A knot of wild shrubbery closes off a plain stone alcove big enough for your team and...surprisingly tall. In fact, several feet above all your heads, a small stormcloud hovers, grumbling with faint thunder.
Hovering beneath the stormcloud are the following curses:
1. "You will always confuse the salt and sugar and ruin your coffee and eggs." 2. "No matter what you speak, it will come out in song." 3. "May you trip on every fifth step you take."
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CURSES
1. "You will always confuse the salt and sugar and ruin your coffee and eggs."
2. "No matter what you speak, it will come out in song."
3. "May you trip on every fifth step you take."