Tharja sat up holding you in her hand. " Its quite obvious that I am to be Robin's head mage, and not that incompetent Miriel..." She apparently was ranting internally. " Regardless, I need a lock of Robins hair in order to make the curse work reliably. She should be sleeping at this hour. Simply climb her bed retrieve the lock of hair, then return it to myself. Oh and do try to stay undetected, it woul be.... unfortunate for you to be found in a womans bed at a few inches high."
At this point she carried you to a tent door and placed you hat her feet. " Good luck." You sigh heavily before slipping through a crack. Your eyes adjust to the light revealing the sleeping woman on the bed.
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