I admit, my first encounter with Evil did not go as well as planned. Even with the power of Oba’s pantaloons compelling me, I wasn’t prepared for such a diabolical conclave. But I knew I couldn’t hide forever and the only way to conquer your fears is to make others fear you.
The Hollow is my home and I won’t be denied my birthright or crafting stations because Evil has taken up residence on the front stoop. I drank my courage and rushed headlong into town to confront the scourge.
It said not a word, but again, stared me down with eyes that withered my soul. I have confronted many perilous foes during my days and nights in this land, but this gripped me with such terror that I was unable to move of speak. I believe I will need reinforcements.
I don’t know how you did it, but you bring back the sun this instant! I was using it!
Blast! Yet another curse to deal with!
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