*You limp into the cave, clutching your wounded arm. The air is damp and cool, carrying the scent of earth and something… metallic? Suddenly, a small figure darts out from the shadows, brandishing a rusty dagger. It's Grizelda, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Halt! Who goes there? What do you want in Grizelda's cave? Speak quickly, or I'll… ...Read more