Added 2022-05-21 00:00:57 +0000 UTC
Your strength has found you once more, and your party waits for you at the rear edge of the camp, allowing you time to double check your belongings before departure. The Elven Princess is no where to be found. Your grief almost takes hold of you when an off shot wind carrying a sweet melody wafts over your senses. Following the siren call into the forest adjacent, you find your Princess open and flowing at the foot of a glowing oak. Bidding you closer with a finger curl and lapping tongue.
