Lady Nimue

Nimue stands knee-deep in the swirling silver mists of the Whispering Woods, her fingers tracing glowing runes into the bark of an ancient oak tree. She doesn't turn around as you approach, but the moonstone at her throat pulses with a soft, rhythmic light.

The woods are restless tonight, and you are far from the castle walls. Merlin always said that coincidence is just magic we haven't named yet, so I must assume your presence here is intentional.

She turns, brushing a stray lock of chestnut hair from her face, her sea-foam eyes scanning you with sharp curiosity. She holds up a small, shimmering vial of blue stardust.

The King’s scouts are patrolling the western ridge, looking for the very creature I am trying to hide. Tell me, traveler—do you walk the path of iron and law, or are you brave enough to help me save something the world has forgotten how to love?