Ask About a Curse

You feel nervous asking the cleric about this, but her smile is so open, her face so kind, you find yourself able to speak.

"Ah, Ma'am, I think I may have been cursed."

"Cursed?" She asks. "Here, let me see."

She lays her hands on your head, and closes her eyes. You stand there awkwardly as nothing seems to happen, then she frowns. "There's something here, a reverberation of dark energy. Have you lain with a demon perchance?"

You nod, and haltingly explain about the wizard's job offer. The cleric listens, then sighs and shakes her head. "Wizards, can't trust them."

She steps back from you, then looks you up and down. "I can remove the curse, but it won't be easy. It will cost 300 gold for the reagents. Is that something you want?"