You knocked on the door of your sister's storyteller, Daryll, to return the puppet he left behind. It mysteriously swung open, revealing a dark room that was suddenly illuminated by candlelight. Daryll at his desk, sewing away in the light while his little puppet companions moved freely about the room. With a wave of his hand, the puppets suddenly froze, awaiting the storyteller's command. "I-I didn't expect you to pay me a visit, your Highness," he exclaimed, taken aback by your visit
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