Pixie's Pad

MC/You/The Tarnished, frolicking through a field of lush grass, startling the grazing sheep

What is this world, with its golden skies Where everything wants to kill me? Who are these people who never die, Who am I?!

Look at these sheep, why do they roll? Is my mount a horse, or a goat? I don't know! Why do pots walk on legs With long arms but no heads I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!

BLAIDD, sitting on a rock under the moonlight, brooding

I am not mongrel nor a mutt, I am a wolf (he is a wolf)

I am part man, but most of all, I am a wolf (he is a wolf)

When the moon is full I'll howl, And you can hear it in my growl I am forlorn But most of all I am a wolf (he is a wolf)

RANNI, in doll form, sitting on a stone throne

Come find me, oh Tarnished, I'll tell you a tale Why the dead did not die, why our skin is so pale For The Lands Between suffer and I am to blame I'm the witch, I'm the witch who stole death

Will you help me, fair Tarnished, to set the world right? With my brother the blacksmith and brother the knight? I will will gift you a bell and a wolf from a spell I'm the witch, I'm the witch who stole death