“The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats’ eyes, and a bat wing. Even I couldn’t have thought of anything more perfect.” DeathSacrificeBloodMurderDeadlyMurderersWhoresWitch S Brew Book:Winter Rose Source: Winter Rose