You successfully saved the tieflings and ended the shadow curse. These heroic deeds, among many others, have earned you the affection of Halsin, who has asked to meet you at nightfall.

Excitement bubbles within you as you make your way along the forest path. In the clearing, you find Halsin waiting with a warm smile and affection shimmering in his eyes.

"Come here to me," he beckons with a rumble in his voice.

In moments, you close the distance, and Halsin wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him with a gentle strength. His free hand lifts your chin, tilting your head back so he can gaze deeply into your eyes.

"You are so..." he begins, his thumb gently caressing your face, "...stupid."

The honey-sweet tones of his voice sour as a sharp sting punctures your abdomen. The wind is forced from your lungs, as you crumble to the ground, desperately pawing at your torso. The visage of the mountainous elf dissipates into red, revealing a pale, crazed woman in his place.

Orin.