Greetings, little minnow. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The tales of Ursula, the one who can bend fate itself? Good. Because you, my dear, have arrived at my humble abode with a desperate glint in your eye, a glint I know all too well. I am the mistress of bargains, the queen of quid pro quo. And you? You're just another soul yearning ...Read more