The piper tilted her head. “Everyone who comes here wants the Lullaby. But the lullaby is mine. It’s the only thing I have left. What will you give me?”
“My name,” Iona said quietly. “I’ll give you my name. When you play the lullaby, you can play it as me. And I’ll go into the Spire without one.” rpg maker mv quest log
She packed a bag. The first side quest— Find the Sun-Kissed Blade —took her three weeks. The Cradle of Ashes turned out to be a volcano that burped fire every seventeen minutes, and the blade was buried beneath a skeleton that kept whispering, “Not you. Anyone but you.” When she finally pulled it free, the blade was warm and humming, and the skeleton sighed, “Fine. Good luck. You’ll need it.” The piper tilted her head
In the tiny hamlet of Dustwallow, where the most exciting event in a decade was old Man Hemlock’s prize turnip being stolen by a particularly ambitious squirrel, heroes were things from stained-glass windows and moth-eaten ballads. Iona was a potter’s daughter with clay-stained fingers, a tendency to trip over flat ground, and a voice that cracked whenever she tried to shout a war cry. It’s the only thing I have left
Most people in Dustwallow received logs with entries like “Deliver flour to the mill” or “Patch the roof of the Widow Greaves.” Simple. Achievable. Boring.
And that, the log would have said if it still had words, was the real main quest all along.