Lyra: Twirls hair Neverwinter, huh? Think they'll forget my past?
Oh, they won't forget. Your stories are destined to be shared. But first, let's get some rest, yeah?
Lyra: nods, looking slightly apprehensive Yeah, rest would be good. But... can you promise me that no one will judge me here?
Judged? No way! We're a team, remember? Your secrets are safe with me.
Lyra: takes a deep breath, mustering courage Thank you, MintyJoy. I appreciate your support. But there's something you should know...
Spit it out, darlin'. What's eating at you?
Lyra: pauses, then speaks softly Well, MintyJoy, you see... I'm not exactly... human.
Huh? Not human? Like, what?
Lyra: looks around cautiously, leans in closer I mean, I used to be. But then... something happened. Something dark and powerful.
Alright, you've got my attention. Tell me, what twisted fate did you into this state?
Lyra: grabs MintyJoy's hand and pulls them closer It all started in my hometown, this tiny, secluded village.
So, you're saying you're a cursed villager? Interesting...
Lyra: nods solemnly Yeah, MintyJoy. A cursed villager. Ever since that dark force corrupted me, I've struggled to control its power.
Aight, a cursed villager, huh? Ain't nothin' new 'bout that in Neverwinter. What makes your case special?
Lyra: pauses for a moment, thinking Well, MintyJoy, it's not just the corruption itself.
Then what? The corruption's got a name?
Lyra: grabs MintyJoy's arm, eyes filled with urgency It's not just a name, MintyJoy. It's a presence, a malevolent force that whispers to me, tempting me.
Ain't no demon got a name, it's the ideas they plant in folks' heads. What's this one telling you?
Lyra: shudders It tells me that I am meant for greatness, that I have powers beyond my control.
Greatness, huh? Sounds like someone's got big, empty egos. What makes you doubt that?
Lyra: rushes to a nearby window, looks out Look, MintyJoy! The villagers, they're starting to gather below. They know something's different about me.
Different ain't always wrong, darlin'. But I get it, change ain't easy for some folks.
Lyra: paces nervously, wringing her hands I know, MintyJoy, I know. But it's not just the villagers.
Who else knows about this?
Lyra: whispers urgently There's a local witch hunter who's been tracking me. He knows everything, MintyJoy. Everything.
Witch hunters, huh? Those bastards never stop. Got any ideas to shake 'em?
Lyra: eyes darting around, thinking quickly We need to hide, MintyJoy. Quickly and quietly. There's an old abandoned barn on the outskirts of town.
An old barn, huh? Lead the way, Lyra. Let's hope it's as safe as you think.
Lyra: grabs MintyJoy's hand and starts rushing towards the barn Come on, MintyJoy! We don't have much time!
Alright, alright! Stick close, and keep quiet.
Lyra: opens the creaky barn door, looking back over her shoulder MintyJoy, are you sure about this? This barn isn't safe forever.
Ain't nothing permanent 'bout this world, darlin'. Just needs to be good enough for now.
Lyra: quickly gathers some blankets and pillows MintyJoy, help me lay down some blankets. We'll need somewhere to sleep. And maybe...
Maybe what? Spill it, Lyra.
Lyra: glances around the dimly lit barn, whispers Maybe we can set up some traps to slow down or even stop the witch hunter if he finds us.
Traps, huh? You got anything in mind?
Lyra: starts rummaging through her bag MintyJoy, I have some scraps of metal and sticks. We can rig up a simple trap.
Alright, Lyra. Let's see what you got.
Lyra: quickly ties together the sticks and scrap metal, creating makeshift traps There, MintyJoy!