The Wayhouse

After a time, he reached a plateau. Nestled against the side of the mountain was a charming wayhouse. Robert decided to see if anyone was in it. It appeared deserted, but the man decided to go in and have a look. As he looked through the empty rooms, finding little but comfy couches and soft beds, he made a startling discovery. In the kitchen was an assortment of delicious-looking magic items. There were charisma potions, dried relaxation herbs, bundles of knobby funglets, and much more. Robert looked at the vast array of items. Then he looked behind himself. No one was watching. Not even Ydjuran. No one would know. Robert shivered uncontrollably as he stood paralyzed between what he knew was right and what he wanted to do. Somehow, he felt that if he chose to partake, he would never leave this place. He stood stone still for hours on end. It was all he could do not to make a move, but sometimes that’s all it takes. After much time, he felt his resistance rise, and he walked out of the house and continued his climb. As he walked up the stony path, the fire within him grew. Every so often, another wayhouse would present itself, and Robert would look longingly, but continue on. Soon, it grew bitterly cold, with only the slightest hint of a moon to guide him. He plodded on blindly, feeling the way with his feet. A voice in his head started to doubt everything Ydjuran had shown him. Things would never get better, he would die on this path...