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[queenofkur]

[ After being given a quest, Ereshkigal had decided to go ahead and do it on her own. It was very clear the quest was designed to be dangerous and she'd wanted to ensure none would get caught in her own personal feud with Morganna... Which had been a fatal mistake. ]

Greetings. I am in dire need of assistance and would be very grateful should any of you still listen to me.

[ It is a blessing nobody can hear her whine through text. ]

I am in the Forest of the Felled and I am lost. I came here after Morganna gave me a quest, but I believe my words angered her and she led me into a trap. It appears she placed upon me a curse that makes it impossible for me to find my way. I have been here for over twenty-four now and my strengths are waning as a result of dehydration and hunger.

Should you be afraid of facing Morganna's wrath for assisting me, I understand. I shall face my own death with dignity if so. I only ask someone come after the kettle in my possession to finish this quest and establish a land of the dead after I am gone. I will endeavor to write instructions on how to manage such a place with what time I have left.

[ Not overly dramatic at all, nope. ]

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[itsmypower]

[He doesn't argue, (to save her strength—not because they've agreed on things), though he is persisting. A knight should never, ever leave someone. Not for fear, and not for threat of death either. Though what a terrible, awful thing to face. Her being left here, abandoned—leaving him sick-feeling. A flood of ice reaches first, and he's slipped from dense forest, thoroughly frost-covered. He smiles up, weakly.]

Sorry, but there's no way we could leave you alone out here.

[They'll sort it all out.]

Are you injured at all?

[Glancing at Kasha here. She could keep the thing, honestly.]