"Do you think that the real reason that the Innkeeper is inviting so many guests to his Inn is to hold a mass sacrifice, killing us and using your deaths to power a super powerful treasure? Then he'll torture our souls for an eternity, using our pain and suffering to turn us into resentful ghosts which he will use to wage a war against a civilisation that stood up against him? And then when our ghost versions die he would…"
The white horse neighed, cutting off the overly excited foal.
"That's enough, Junior" said Seleipner in a tone of utter exhaustion, probably for the thousandth time this trip. "No, the Innkeeper is not holding a mass sacrifice, and will not kill us all to power some treasure. You should be mindful of your words once we arrive at the Inn - you're going to offend somebody."
Junior, the young foal, looked disappointedly at his father.
