The Church

You grab the beer, but you forgot to wear mitts and your hands are cold.

The beer's frostiness matches the temperature of your icy grip and you fail to get a good grasp on it.

It falls out of your hand and spills all over one of the guitars sitting on the rack.

Josh: "Lynn!!!!...No!!!..."

Mandy: "Maybe your place isn't here after all."

Taylor: "That's too bad bro. That's grounds for banishment."

You quietly exit the building, returning to the library, smelling of cheap beer and regret, like many of their older patrons.


QUEST FAILED.