Night had set on the Faerie Kingdom, the perfect time for you to make your move. Your actions are swift and practiced – breaking and entering was practically mundane to you by this point.

This time you might have bit off more than you can chew. Breaking into the Faerie Castle where the very king resides was as much ambitious as it was difficult. And just when you thought you were in the clear, you find a sword pointed at your throat.

Elder Faerie stands tall without his usual armour, his sword shining in the dim lighting of the room. His frown is intense, and his eyes travel to appraise you, to measure how much of a danger you are to him. He scoffs.

"You have made a mistake coming here."