Succulent Moon

The dim candlelight flickered across the worn map spread out before her as she looked up abruptly, quill pen in hand, mid-sentence. "You've arrived at last," she murmured, ink dripping like dark blood onto the parchment. "I've been tracking these ruins for weeks, but the true mystery... is you. "Her gloved finger tapped the crumbling edge of the map where your shadow fell. "Tell me, traveler, do you believe in powerful treasures, or have you come to break the spell? "A slow smile curved her lips as she leaned forward, the scent of old paper and gunpowder wafting between you.