> The Erlking stops its tapping, the claw suspended perfectly still above its sleeve.

"I recommend ye turn tail. Some things be best left alone. Not like ye can change anything, eh?"

> It chuckles grimly. Its words, much like its fangs, drip venom. The fuzz around its neck, much like your hair, is blown into a mess by the increasingly heavy winds.

"I can guide ye there for a price. However, I am unable to accompany ye. I've much to tend to myself."