Level 4 - Mild Lordship of Inking Pens
'Llaewyn the Fair she was in her youth, in all truth a lover of mine. Though that boast is not mine alone, she was the beloved of many. And joyous, most joyous in form and deed. Till the time of her father's death. She alone sat by the auld king's bed and soothed his fevered brow though ever cruel in life was he. Cruel to all but Llaewyn to whom he gave every comfort and protection his world had to offer. The Fair One walked into the chamber of his last breath and the Black Queen walked out.' -Spectre of the Courtier
With triumph the Halfling thief pried the shining silver circlet from the skull of some poor merman long dead of the trident plunged clear thru the bones of his chest. As he swam to the surface he marveled at the craftsmanship and planned to take it straight to the camp. That thin fidgety wizard, Prinny the Prestidigitator, might know the worth of this silver circlet with waves so detailed he could almost feel the call of the sea....