Addis quietly lurked a long ways away from the Adventurer's Inn. Not only would his imposing presence unnerve the small men around him, but he would be [i]far[/i] too big to fit between the doors. The Cutting would not find much in the way of edible fare from the tavern's keeper, and the privy outside was dug far too deep for The Cutting to be able to extract any nutrients from it. 

As Addis watched the inn, his suspicions were roused at the strange wealth of visitors it was getting. An inn in the middle of an unoccupied forest flourishing so much was preposterous, especially considering how no roads linked to it. The arrangement of the inn-- four large doors on all four sides-- was inexplicably different from any other inns Addis had seen, and seemed devoted entirely to ensuring the maximum number of people could reach it at once. This inn's existence was, to put it bluntly, an impossibility. Where were all these people coming from, and why did they traverse such a dangerous forest to visit such an inn? How did they figure out where it was?

Addis reached an obvious conclusion: it was enchanted. Enchanted to seize the minds of travellers from across the continent and force them to march all the way there. But why? Why would the owner enchant it to do so?

 Was it a trap by the fair folk to gain a bevy of mortals for their eldritch celebrations? Was it a trick by some demonic force to collect the souls of dozens of mortals whose presence would not be missed? Concerned and curious, Addis sent The Cutting to the inn, to watch and investigate.

The Cutting stood on the tips of its roots as it peeked around the easternmost door's frame. Sure enough, it looked like a crowd of disheveled patrons had been whipped into a froth and set against one of their own. The Cutting watched in horror as the man the crowd surrounded was quickly struck down and crushed by a particularly savage-looking rabble-rouser. 

Witchcraft was afoot, and Addis knew it. He knew that he could not fight off such a powerful curse as the one laid upon this inn. The Cutting began hastily shuffling back to Addis, desperate to avoid the corrupting influence of the inn.