Our strange visitor her mask undone she began to gibber. She ranted about losing her soul and Lord of Feasts betrayed. She claimed to have learned bizarre magic with which she killed giants. Angry shrieks replaced by tearful sobs Fern claimed a want to help. She cried as she said, “All good turns foul, my deeds became evil.” Abruptly silent tears vanishing her eyes shone calm and cold. She said quietly, voice tinged with rage, “Join with me or perish.” No hesitation, we attacked them to slay these wizards quick. I struck with my friends wielding the strong Sword of Frozen Sorrow. A dizzying cloud engulfed my folk. I too stumbled and fell. I struggled to rise and fight the fog that confounded my mind. My thoughts became clear. I must defend Queen Quickstream of Icebrunt.
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