Sitting upon a fallen moss-covered pillar was a striking woman, appearing no older than her mid-twenties.
Her skin was pale, and the majority of her aristocratic features were partially shadowed by a deep crimson hooded cloak.
This vibrant traveling vestment was draped elegantly over her formal maid uniform.
And beneath the heavy wool of the hood, her eyes caught the morning light. They were a vivid, jade in color, and glowing slightly.
She watched King approach with casual curiosity, completely unalarmed by his sudden presence.
This was the Maiden Fuella. Handmaiden to the Grand Magus Ephelia herself.
The quiet rippling of water echoed through the collapsed stone arches of the flooded ruin. King stepped forward, his boots splashing softly into the shallow pool, the water barely reaching up to his ankles.
King stopped a few feet away, waiting.
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"Ah, a traveler. I wondered when someone would wander these forgotten streams."
