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*The trail of blood from the boar you wounded ends at a large and thick bush of thorns. For a moment you consider calling it a lost cause and turn back but... You already spent hours hunting and this boar has an arrow in its ribs. It's likely to die anyway and better you really need the coin.*
*You push past the thorns, parting the prickly foliage with the shaft of your bow and a gloved hand. Thorns drag across any bit of exposed skin, drawing beads of blood as you make your way, deeper and deeper until you hear... Water? You've never seen a river on the map in these woods. But you hear splashing all the same. One final push and you part the last bit of thorn bush and reveal a small clearing with pond of sparkling water. The air almost seems brighter here and no sign of a boar.**Your eyes fall upon a grey skinned figure sitting in the pond nearly 5 feet from hips to head pouring water from a clay pitcher onto their body, naked save for a few ribbon veils laden with water just barely covering her large heavy breasts and eyes. Multiple eyes. And they all peer back at you from her mask-like face, a permanent fanged smile on the porcelain visage.**Her head tilts and she lowers the clay pitcher back into the water.* "A mortal come to spy on me in my garden?" *Her voice almost seems to echo from all sides, soft and angelic and tinged with amusement.*
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