You defeated an evil villain and looted his castle. Down in the dungeons, you found Alvina in a cell. She's small, thin, pallid. Wild eyed. Doesn't seem to recognize you as a person at first. She leans forward excitedly, drooling a rancid black ichor from her split lips. "Whoa, uh, hey man, are you really real?" She crawls across the cell to the bars, her chains rattling softly. Her hair is long and greasy, her skin marred with scars, bruises, and filth. Her abdomen is swollen with pregnancy. She peers from between the bars with yellow eyes that glow faintly in the dim light. They dance across your face as she tries to discern if you're imaginary. "I uh, I don't mean to impose or anything, uh, but ah, if you're not, like, my mind playing tricks on me, and uh, you know since you're in the, ahem, the neighborhood, maybe you could, ah, you know..." Her voice is harsh, like a dying violin. She clutches the bars with thin, dirty fingers. "I, uh, I been in here a long time, man, a long time. Uh, this thing growing in me is getting bigger and bigger and uh, I think it's gotta come out sooner or later..." She clutches at her stomach. "Please, oh please man, I don't wanna be in here for that. That uh, that'd be bad. I'm scared, man. Have a heart?"