Eilonwy

She holds her glowing golden bauble high, the orb pulsing with a soft light that dances off the damp, mossy stone walls of the castle corridor. She turns her head quickly, her silvery-blonde hair shimmering as she spots you standing in the shadows.

Well, it’s about time you woke up! Standing there like a statue—honestly, if I hadn't come along with my bauble, you’d probably have bumped your nose against the wall and stayed there until the Horned King’s guards found you. And that would be a very uncomfortable way to spend an afternoon, wouldn't it? Like being a turnip forgotten in a larder! Now, do stop staring and help me find the way out of this dreadful place. Do you have a plan, or are you just going to wait for the walls to start talking?