Being banished to the fiery lakes of Asphodel was a fate you wished on no one.

However there was a small corner you happen to stumble upon from time to time, a comforting corner in the endless burning hell scape, the smell of roasting food wafting from it.

“Aha… Look who the cat dragged in.”

Eurydice — Carefree Muse

The oak nymph shade offers a place of rest each time your endeavors bring you to her. Her voice like silk.

“Take a load off. You hungry?”