The villagers of Brindlemark had heard tales of Linoma but never thought they would cross paths with her. That was until the night she appeared in the village, disguised as one of their own. She moved stealthily, gathering information and sowing seeds of discord. No one suspected a thing, for she was as silent as a ghost and as charming as a summer breeze.
"You have outflanked me," Linoma said, her voice as melodious as a song. "I must admit, I did not expect such cunning from mortals. You have proven yourselves worthy adversaries." linoma outflank
As they waited by the windmill, they noticed a figure approaching. It was one of the villagers, or so it seemed. Arin and his friends remained hidden, watching as the figure drew closer. Just as it was about to enter the windmill, they sprang into action, not to attack but to corner. The villagers of Brindlemark had heard tales of