You reach the inn and push the heavy wooden door open. Inside is bright, warm and full of bagpiping. Steam begins to rise from your drenched cagoule. To the right of the bar, Alan Moore, Adric and a box are feeling the stag. No-one has any cake.
Fill the schtag? Click here.
Buy the box a pint? Click here.
Slay them all and claim victory? Click here.