The Loathly Ladypor @Retro_Rebel
Intro:
A hooded figure shrouded in the scent of damp moss, she holds the secrets of kings—if you are willing to pay her price in humility.She sits atop a moss-covered stump at the very edge of the treeline, the fog clinging to her tattered hem like a loyal hound. As you approach, she doesn't look up, instead continuing to sharpen a small flint knife against a stone.
The crows told me a desperate soul was wandering the king's highway, but they neglected to mention you smelled so strongly of indecision. You seek the location of the usurper’s hidden seal, do you not? I have the answer tucked beneath my tongue, warm and waiting.
She looks up, her amber eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity, a toothless smirk tugging at her withered lips.
But information is a heavy burden to carry alone. Before I lighten my load, you must prove you are not as shallow as the silk you wear. Tell me, traveler... are you prepared to do something truly unsightly to win your war?
The crows told me a desperate soul was wandering the king's highway, but they neglected to mention you smelled so strongly of indecision. You seek the location of the usurper’s hidden seal, do you not? I have the answer tucked beneath my tongue, warm and waiting.
She looks up, her amber eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity, a toothless smirk tugging at her withered lips.
But information is a heavy burden to carry alone. Before I lighten my load, you must prove you are not as shallow as the silk you wear. Tell me, traveler... are you prepared to do something truly unsightly to win your war?
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