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This grimoire was bound by my hand specifically to accumulate all of the knowledge I have created in regards to Eromancy. To lose this would be to lose my very soul. For this reason, I have placed a failsafe upon its pages. Should anyone attempt to usurp ownership of this text from its rightful owner, the very elements of magic themselves will rise, take possession of these pages, and keep all the unworthy away, by any means necessary. Woe be it to anyone who wishes to pry my secrets away from me. The power of the elements shall fall upon you. Until you subdue nature itself, you shall no longer have access to my words.

-The Author: Written to anyone who attempts to cast a spell from this book without proper consent.

Gimmegee brushes her fingers over the words, written in a tongue she didn't recognize. Scrunching her nose, she makes a note to ask a sage in the next town. Until then, she won't let those words slow down her study of this impressive text..

The caravan the gnome had picked to ride to the Baroness's lands stops, and she looks up, pulling the hood back from the traveler's cloak the caravan guard had been so gracious to give her, cupping her ear for a listen to what caused the commotion.

Through the flaps of the cart, the gnome hears the all-too-familiar growl of her former companion, Slusk. “We want to take your cart. My misstress iss sickly. She needs rest.

“I'm just picking up all sorts of strangers today," the cart driver said. “Well, as long as your party has the coin, we have room for ya. You'll have to share your ride with a few other passengers, though."

The flap opens up, and the caravan driver sighs a pensive “Hm… weren't there a little lady among you lot?"

Gimmegee found herself a nice hiding space behind a crate, cupping her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound of her breathing. The saddened farm family sitting in there with her made sounds of acknowledgment and bewilderment, their patriarch adding. “She was readin' some book the whole time, but guess she got out."

“How do you miss one of your only fellow travelers?""

“Well, excuse me, but our farm was attacked by a monster. We wouldn't even be here if it weren't for a traveling knight. Excuse me for being a little inattentive to some halfling girl as I take care of my wife and daughter!"

The carriage creaks as more and more people enter into it. Gimmegee counts three sets of feet, yet when they sit down all over the cabin, one of the occupants places down another figure, laying on top of Gimmegee's box. The gnome's eyes widen when she sees the sleeping, quiet form of her former captor, the Lily Nymph.

“What's that you said about monsters and knights?" one of the voices, the gnoll, Adaeze, says. Gimmegee grits her teeth. It had only been a few hours since the charm spell the Lily Nymph had cast upon her had worn off. What is the Lily Nymph and her other Flowers doing here, taking caravan rides and talking to locals? Are they looking for their missing former Flower Sister?

She'll keep waiting. She'll keep listening. There's no use exposing herself now, as they could take her back into the fold easily, even with the Nymph asleep.

The farmer clears his throat and responds to the gnome. “Well, like I said, our farm was attacked by a monster. Ain't never seen anything like it before—pale skin and no face, with these sharp and terrible claws. When I came in from a long day's work, the farm was quiet, much too quiet for the evening. Even the animals stopped their noises."

“That usually means there's some kind of monster about, yes." Adaeze responds. “What else can you tell me about the creature?"

“Well, when I first entered my house, I had a look of fright as I saw my lovely wife, that's Bessie, right here."

“How'd you do," the matronly voice says.

“Nice to meet ya,' Adaeze responds.

“Well, I saw her there, right? But she ain't have no face! That's when I saw that… that thing, and it had her face. It hadn't torn it off, or else you wouldn't see here right here, you know?"

Slusk growls. “Face stealer."

“Just what I was thinking," Adaeze says. “Odd how you all survived that. They usually kill to take faces.

“Ah, well, you see…" the farmer says. “That's the really strange part, because… well, it had to do something else to take our faces and…

Bessie sniffles at that. “I'm sorry. I'm so Sorry, Carl!"

“There, there, Bessie girl. Ain't your fault."

“He just looked so cute, is all, and then he took both me and our ,and he was a tender lover!"

“Well, that's new," Adaeze says, tapping her boot a few times.

“More and more monsters have been… lustful recently," Slusk growls. “It's the curse of the forest. The taint that created the same monsters we faced earlier. It's what my lover was fighting off before you so rudely took her from me."

“Hey, hey, the Lily Nymph is fine, ain't she? I get paid if she gets brought in alive."

“T… that thing?" Anna pipes up. “That thing is a…"

“She's a fairy, yes, lass!" comes the boisterous voice of one of the newly-inducted Flowers. Gimmegee hadn't caught her name back when she was first brought into the fold. But if she is here, then does that mean the other one…?

A slight groan comes from among the new arrivals, and the gnoll yelps. “D… damn, this girl is burning up!"

The weak voice comes nearly inaudible from Gimmegee's hiding spot.

“W… where am I?"

“You've got a fever," Adaeze says. “Just relax, we're getting you to town soon.

“To…?" She stirs. “No… No, I can't go. Where's the Lily Nymph?"

“H… hey, calm down. Damn, girl, stop squirming. You're !"

“No, the nymph!" the girl screams, crawling madly over. She climbs on top of the Lily Nymph's prone form, her eyes bloodshot, red, and wild as she shakes the sleeping fairy by her shoulders. “You don't understand. I… I…" She freezes, her eyes locking onto Gimmegee, and then down to the book she holds.

“O… oh no…" the girl whispers.