Darkest Night

As you continue to wander, you swear you can see little floating lights in the distance. They look like bursts of blue and green flames, and each time one disappears it seems to laugh. You try not to get too close, but you can't help but feel entranced by the lights.

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You stumble upon a circular clearing, which is covered in glowing green mosses. As pretty as it is, the clearing is a dead end. You groan and decide to head back the way you came. Maybe it was just a wrong turn–

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"A little summoner," a smooth, airy voice says. "How quaint."

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Smoke begins to rise out from the snow and takes the form of a woman. She's dressed in leather armor and furs. On her back is a bow and a quiver, and her long, thick hair is plaited in spectacular, complicated braids.

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"You wish to continue?" she asks. "I will send open the path deeper into the woods if you are as studious as your silly Library Demon."

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You don't have much of a choice, so you agree.

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She does not smile. She nods and says, "Tell me the name of the little spirits who led you here. While they are native to Scotland, they enjoy leading travelers astray no matter what realm they may wander."