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Kneel Before Your Queen
The story wasn’t supposed to go like this.
Hello, traveler, are you just passing through? Sit and stay a while. You’ve got nowhere to go, and the roads are dangerous to traverse so late at night.
There you go. Let me get you some ale. Oh, you’re wondering why a woman like me is here alone in this tavern? Well, I don’t concern myself with the matters of men. This is just a place for people to stop and pass through before their journeys to better worlds.
Here. It’s on the house. Such hard times for everyone. The least I can do is provide a bit of good spirits for those in need. And I can see in your eyes that you have a great need indeed.
Did you walk here? From Evenshore, you say? That’s quite a ways off. Where were you heading? To Norfolk? You might need a horse for that kind of travel. I’d offer my assistance, but I have only the one who’s no good for far distances anymore.
This little town is dying each and every day. The king doesn’t care a whit about his people, and I’ve heard the stories that the queen is just a witch who used spells to beguile the king. Oh, the tales they tell in the big cities. They have no idea how real magic works.
Are you one for magic, traveler? You have such strange eyes. One blue, one brown — you’d think you were a…
