LATE NIGHT FRIGHT

you and the crew are walking around the market, looking for a cure for scribbles, when you see an elf merchant, who addresses herself as “Lynnette”. / LYNETTE: “hello! What kinds of potions would you wish for?” / GIDEON: “my friend here, with white hair, scribbles, needs help turning back to her… ‘other’ form.” / LYNETTE: “of course! Bring her and your crew inside.” / as you all walk in, a scent begins to make you feel sleepy…