The cabin is more akin to an arena entrance. The walls and floor are warm stone, and the only discernable furniture is an iron altar, a pristine blade sat atop it. The blade is your implement. It would be difficult to slay the Princess without it. The stone door slides aside. The stairs to the basement are polished but also rugged. The air is hot and oppressive. If the Princess really lives here, you're doing her a favor by slaying her. The princesses gravelly voice grinds up the stairs.

"Is that another challenger? Finally. It's been ages since I've had a good fight."

You arrive at the bottom of the stairs. The Princess is chained at the far wall, straining against the chain on her wrist.

"Oh, it's you. I want the two of us to fight to the death. I want to feel your knife split my flesh, and I want to hear your bones snap beneath my fist."