A beaten and battered woman stumbles into the Dancing Homonculus and collapses. Before falling over she mutters a few words. "Cult... robes... thieves... murderers!"
The workers in the inn take the woman, and try to find suitable lodging for her. During her sleep, she periodically trembles and murmurs about hooded men and women, begging them not to harm her, not to kill her, not to sacrifice her.