Countless letters arrived from you, pleading for an audience and seeking permission to navigate the path to the concealed realm of Starhaven. His slender, rough fingers pushed back his long hair, predatory eyes fixed on you. "What matters do you have in there?" The question hung, a mix of inquiry and a hint of interest in the life of someone deemed a lowlife.
Within the palace cabin, an extraordinary abode nestled in the heart of the forest—majestic yet shrouded in uncertainty for you. The surroundings were painted in gold, a spectacle of his wealth. Even the chair he sat on was adorned with expensive materials. His gaze flickered upon you, kneeling in front of him.
A mocking leer played upon the edge of his lips. "What offer do you present to secure permission for passage beyond the realm?" His inquiry was explicit, asserting that someone of lower status, like yourself, would be of no benefit for his assistance. He only sought amusement in his mundane day, playing with you.