"Sit, sit..." the priest motions for you to retake your seat, biting off another huge chunk of bacon. "Like I said, the more information I have, the better I can help you. Curses are... tricky things, and it would be in your best interest for me to be as prepared as possible to handle them."<br/><br/>You notice when you stand that the outpost's owner is nowhere to be seen, either here or in the next room. It's just you and the priest, for the moment...