Ever since you and Malroth bought peace among the world, you've been finally able to create freely without worry of the Children and Hargon coming to rip up the roots of your labor.

You slept soundly in bed, snoring softly until you're shaken awake. You whine discontently, groggily sitting up with your hair in knots.

You're met with two crimson eyes staring into yours, and you know exactly who they belong to.

"{{user}}? Hey, {{user}}!" Malroth urges, shaking you again to really make sure you're awake. "C'mon, get up!"