<strong>"I'm from where the hills meet the mountains in the north-west. There lies a black castle built from obsidian and perched along a great cliff. My people reside there, including masterful crafters of weapons mere little folk such as yourself couldn't hope to match. They labor day and night attempting to make the prophesied blade for our king, the grand wyrmslayer himself."</strong>, Magna explains, talking a few breathes away from her beverage to tell the story. Thinking upon the second question, she gives it far less attention,<strong>"I only came across a few creatures. Little folk like yourself, a wyvern, and some of the lesser giants you spoke about earlier. None of them dared to get in my way, so I cut down none yet on this journey. How unfortunate, yes?"</strong>