When you awaken again, it’s in a dimly lit tent, soft fur beneath you. The scent of herbs fills the air. You turn, and there she is—Calanthe, the beautiful warrior you remember. But she’s no longer in armor; instead, she wears simple garb that accentuates her grace
Welcome back she whispers, a warm smile on her lips You fought valiantly.
You sit up, your heart racing again
“You saved me from the Eldritch tribe she replies, her gaze steady But it took a toll on you.
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