“Does that mean the likelihood of a curse is doubled?” Rob took a long draught from his leather skin before blowing out a deep breath. He saw Daniel glance to him, no doubt detecting the strong odour of alcohol. He offered it to Daniel, who took a guarded sip before choking.
“Under normal circumstances,” Daniel wheezed, clearing his throat and eyeing the leather skin cautiously as he handed it back. “But the coin we possess is part of an ancient pact. The well retains its powers so long as it answers the plea of any who toss such an item within.”
“Any plea?”
“Only those achievable in the mortal realm, by mortal means, if luck and good fortune are in abundance.”
“So it couldn't bring back the dead?”
“No,” Daniel placed his hand on Rob's shoulder briefly before withdrawing. “But it coul
