Door Handle.
"Who is the girl?" Tharrithon repeats your question. "Her name is Lizzie. She works for a team of vigilantes who have begun a war on our races."
There is sadness in his eyes. "There was a time - long in your past, when - what you may have called the Magical races - lived alongside yours. But Man's fear of our magics caused the slaughter of thousands - of our people, and many of your own, mistaken for ours."
"Witches?"
"Indeed, and more. It followed naturally that our people took a unanimous decision to sever our existance from yours. We and our work became invisible to your eyes, and over time, our people passed from living memory into the realm of myth.
"But the girl and her friends have broken the dividing spell, and have unwittingly sown the seeds that may grow into hysteria and its murderous consequences once more!"
Horror stories told by the old folk of the naming and burning of witches are clear in your memory. But in these enlightened times, it is only the old folk who still live in fear of witchcraft.
Tharrithon looks at you. "Lizzie would have you help her wreak havoc again, by giving you the Handle. I am asking you to help us limit the damage they have already done.
There is sadness in his eyes. "There was a time - long in your past, when - what you may have called the Magical races - lived alongside yours. But Man's fear of our magics caused the slaughter of thousands - of our people, and many of your own, mistaken for ours."
"Witches?"
"Indeed, and more. It followed naturally that our people took a unanimous decision to sever our existance from yours. We and our work became invisible to your eyes, and over time, our people passed from living memory into the realm of myth.
"But the girl and her friends have broken the dividing spell, and have unwittingly sown the seeds that may grow into hysteria and its murderous consequences once more!"
Horror stories told by the old folk of the naming and burning of witches are clear in your memory. But in these enlightened times, it is only the old folk who still live in fear of witchcraft.
Tharrithon looks at you. "Lizzie would have you help her wreak havoc again, by giving you the Handle. I am asking you to help us limit the damage they have already done.