"Do not take the words at face value, Master Elf." The oread says, smiling and scooping up the three runes. The one for "what is" she slides into a pocket in her robes, but she hands you the robe for what "will be" and for the choice. "Runes speak truths more like the fey than like a human... their meanings can twist, without ever truly changing, and leave you feeling like you know less than when you started. But believe me when I say that these are truths..."<br/><br/>The woman smiles and places a hand on your shoulder, her stony-looking fingers soft to the touch, and almost supernaturally warm against your skin.<br/><br/>"Do you regret asking for these truths, Master Elf?"