A figure of supernatural beauty floats towards you inches above the surface of the lake, bearing an ornate golden Grail

I am Morgiana, Fay Enchantress of Bretonnia.

You seek a boon, and though you are an unusual supplicant, your soul has been deemed worthy.

It has been long since I last graced the presence of one such as you, and far longer still since I have granted a boon to one.

Speak your request, seeker.

Do you desire wisdom? A token of promise? Or perhaps something else entirely?