Queen's Lair
The woods are dark. The king, who greeted you with surprising kindness despite her reputation, warned you of this place. Though... Her warning was very unclear. Besides, if this place was so dangerous, why did you see a male walk this way? You soon come across a clearing, and in the middle is a human well. Cold wind blows here, mild and unbothering but chilly and warning all the same. You shiver, but keep exploring. As you explore around the well, you find random things scattered, like old playthings. You hear a raspy chuckle that makes the hairs along your spine stand up, and when you turn you see a gray lioness prowling. Except she is no ordinary lioness. She limps heavily, being covered in old bites and clawmarks, and the mask that hides her face is gruesome. She stalks towards you, her steps unsteady, and as you're about to fight for your life, you hear another amused chuckle. "Oh don't worry, I don't bite." She says, her voice soft and breathy. You can see red eyes under the mask. "Welcome to my lair. If you see something you'd like to buy, I'm sure I can be bargained for a price. Maybe a meal, perhaps?" She licks her lips, then chuckles again at your look before limping off.
