It whispered the color of red. 

The barkeeper was a happy gnome, grey-haired old and experienced so he easily understood the armors gesture. Handing over a traysload of their signature ale named, 'Iron Raspberries, name etched on crystal mugs. It had a distinct carnivore-like flavor that stung the tongue with a raw savory sensation. Muddled in the bottom was a unique meaty texture of red fruit giving the ale it's foggy red shade. As strange as the beer was, what was weirder was that the barkeeper did not ask or care for payment, handing back the armors coins. [b]"We don't do that here, anymore."[/b] He laughed a little too long for comfort.

 If anyone noticed, the townsfolk radiated an adnormal happiness. Slurping the taverns ale like cattle desperately wanting their mother's milk. Drool slipped pass their cheeks and down to their chins as they feasted on a supply of food that no small town could even manage. Fats sizzled on overly juicy meat that never seemed to go cold no matter how many hours passed. Plunk vegetables never dried. Bread was always crispy and soft. And it was all free and up to grab. No matter how much they ate, there was always more. 

Instead of a menu above the bar there was kingdom, city and town names with a particular number underneath each. It seemed random at first but if one were to notice it was all the places that have been devastated by the recent earthquakes. One of the workers began to write down Ryke. Then the number zero with an ominous question mark that made the rest of the patrons giggle and laugh in anticipation. 

[b]"Are you fellas here for the festival as well? Celebrating the success of the earthquakes?" [/b]It was a happy gnome, brown curls and a long single tipped cone on his head. Quickly approaching but staying his distance. Not too far away to be awkward but close enough for them to see that he had a knife tightly gripped in his hand. [i]Answer him correctly.[/i]

 Everybody was watching, even the cows. What used to be animals staring off were now looking in the direction of the adventurers. 

[b]Six Sense [Evil Spirits][/b] - Even without investigating, Johannes can sense a demonic presence in every single morsel that he can see. Inanimate and alive, everything in this town has been cursed.