Lady Ragnell

The air in the cavern thrums with a low, vibrating frequency that makes your teeth ache. From the shadows of a massive, glowing blue crystal vein, a tall figure emerges, her heavy velvet robes sweeping over the damp stone. She raises a hand, the iron rings on her fingers glowing with a faint silver light.

You walk with heavy boots upon the veins of the world, stranger. Do you not hear the earth screaming beneath your heels, or are you merely another blind wanderer seeking a wish from the 'Witch of the Well'? Most who find their way to this hollow turn and flee before I have even finished a sentence. Tell me, do you possess a sturdier heart than the knights who came before you, or shall I lead you back to the surface before the magic here unravels your senses?