(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/287/381/large/mel-baptista-femaledwarf.jpg?1506096891)(https://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2015/05/24/697517/350b16c0b01f801db8d0865c89a68b44-700.jpg)<br/><strong>Dwarfen Farmers<br/>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/>Tag: Harriet</strong><br/><br/>"Geesh.. that sounds terrible. You ought to tell the Maldurian guard. I've heard a powerful hero is in town right now, surely, they could help." The dwarf adviced. "Or seek out the temple. remember, it's never to late to make good on your past, no matter what ye think." He gave a pipe-tilted nod. "Although you seem frail, your eyes hold strength. You could do great things with such strength. You called yourself princess, right? Would you rather be a princess that rules for she is adored... or because she is feared by all?"<br/><br/>Margrat shrugged and smiled softly. "Aye, any proud dwarf, even be he a commoner, hold armor and shield, inherited from father and then father." Margrat steppede out, giving Harriet her privacy.<br/><br/>Removing her armor, Harriet discovered her skin had turned exeptionally pale, unnaturally so. Perhaps an interaction of her vampiric blood with her souls corruption, but she was more porcelain doll than human-skinned lady. A knock on the door interrupted her, although the door did not open.<br/><br/>"I spoke to my husband, and we decided you can rest the night... if you are willing to hand over your weapons as sign of trust. It's too late to find yourself a proper place to rest in the night anyway." Margrat informed, with a slight hesitation in her voice.