You stagger back, your mind racing from what you’ve just witnessed.

You remember the Jarl wanted your help before deciding to steal his ring.

What help would he have needed if their curse was but a flick of a switch by taking off the ring? What more is there to their story.

Looking around, you notice the otherwise buzzling dinner hall is reverted back to its original ruined form. Broken chairs, fallen tables and cobwebs lay strewn across the large room.

You gather yourself and make your choice.