Ponette,
Lost and now found. Such silvery hair and warm hearted disposition. You had asked me to join you on a journey one day, of which you never returned. Here to do and well as wealth. The twin adder has commissioned your servitude with a dignifying cane. Infused with light energy and the Black Shroud’s beauty, the power of your mind has turned the heads of your superiors with this gift.
This branch has come from the far shores of la Noscia, the Raincatcher Gully, shh do not tell. The fallen soldiers of its wake are warm like you, Ashes from its tonic. May it be enrapture at your utterance and a marble serpent to petrify your blissfulness. It has magical properties you will find to your liking, elemental absorption and mana regeneration, and it is weak only in Everschade.
I am Cliff, humble servant of the guild, friend of Pigpen. Unfortunately my years have been long, my road hard of rock. I last say my friend from your departure, he awaits in tranquility. Where at the edge of the wood, not a day older. I am cliff full of fine promises, for I have but a shred of faith left for to believe in. I must urge you do not come with me.
Where by twilight of risen stars befell a lush curtain.