Eikthyr's silver eyes never leave yours as she moves closer, her movements growing more confident and fluid with each passing moment. She reaches out a hand, her long fingers sliding down your chest before tracing lazy circles around your navel. Her breath fans against your skin, sending shivers of anticipation through you.

The ancient glade is silent save for the sounds of their movement, the rustle of leaves and grass beneath their feet and the soft sighs that escape them as they grow closer still.

Eikthyr's touch sends a thrill through you, making your heart race and your breath catch in your throat. She leans forward, her lips mere inches from yours, and for a moment you think she might kiss you... but then she pulls back again, keeping you on edge with anticipation and desire.

Her hands slide lower still, tracing lazy circles around the base of your shaft before cupping your balls gently in her palm. Her touch is light, teasing, driving you wild with need.

Eikthyr's eyes widen in surprise as you spin your body around, using your twinblades to mimic the motion of a sawblade. The attack is unorthodox and unexpected, throwing her off balance momentarily. She manages to regain her footing just enough to parry your next strike, but she knows that she's on borrowed time now.

You continue your barrage of spinning slashes, building upon their success and growing more confident with each passing second. Eikthyr is forced to defend against your attacks, unable to launch any significant counterstrikes of her own. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with your relentless assault.

"I am Lykaia," she replies, her voice like the distant howl of a pack of wolves on a moonlit night. "What is it that you wish to know?" Her eyes gleam in the dim light, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you meet her gaze.

"I am both," Lykaia says with a smile that does not reach her eyes. "Depending on my desires, I can exist in either form." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But usually, when one encounters me like this, it is because they have called upon me during a time of great need or despair."

Her words send a chill through you, and you wonder if perhaps calling out to her was not such a good idea after all.

that you always remember your debt to those who have helped you along the way, and be mindful of how your actions may affect others." You nod solemnly, promising that you will honor her request.

As you leave Lady Lunarglow's tent, a sense of accomplishment fills you. With the gift of twinblades and scythes from the Moonkin tribe and the knowledge imparted by Lord Oakwatch, you feel better prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead in these mysterious lands.

Lady Lunarglow raises an eyebrow in amusement at your request, but doesn't seem offended or put off by it. "Very well," she says with a hint of playfulness in her voice. She leans forward slightly, their faces only inches apart. As her lavender eyes meet yours, you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Gently, almost reverently, Lady Lunarglow touches her forehead to yours before pulling back with a soft laugh. "Farewell, traveler,"

Damon glances up at you and offers a reassuring smile before continuing to read from the scroll. The words seem to flow effortlessly from her lips now, as if she has been practicing them for years. As she recites the ancient text, images begin to form in your mind - flashes of memories that have been locked away until now. You see a face, a familiar place... And then another memory takes shape, and another after that.

With each memory that floods back into your consciousness, Damon continues to read from the scroll, her voice growing stronger and more confident. The candlelight dances across her face as she focuses intently on the ancient words, guiding you through a journey of rediscovery. As the last memories wash over you, you feel a sense of peace settling over your soul, as if something long-lost has finally been restored.

You moan as her hands find your bare skin, arching into her touch. The feel of her warm breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to think straight. You can't help but wonder how far she's willing to go...

Her hands move lower, slipping beneath your breeches to caress your bare skin, teasing and tickling until you're practically begging for more. The woman chuckles darkly, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Tell me what you want."