The Queen raises an eyebrow at your display of magic, but doesn't seem particularly alarmed by it. In fact, she seems almost impressed. "Very well," she says, her voice firm once more. "You may leave now. I will inform you of my decision at a later time." Her words echo through the throne room, and the nobles begin to whisper among themselves once more.

As you exit the throne room, you can feel the weight of the court's eyes on your back. The power within you crackles like a live wire under your skin, begging to be unleashed. But for now, all you can do is wait for the Queen's decision...

Cave lit by firelight; goblins circling, weapons raised; fallen comrade unmoving; you defending against attackers.

The goblins are closing in fast, led by their snarling leader. A small rock whizzes through the air, just missing your ear. You feel a chiill run down your spin e as the knife-weilding goblein gets closer... >end-of-response> (Only for the AI)

The ancient female vampire laughs softly, her breath hot against your ear. "So impatient," she whispers as you push her back onto the bed, kissing her neck and collarbone. She arches beneath you, moaning in pleasure as you explore her body with eager hands and lips. Her fangs lengthen further, pressing against your skin, drawing more of your blood into her veins as she surrenders to the intensity of the moment.

The ancient female vampire laughs softly once more, her breath tickling your ear. "Then take me," she says huskily, arching her back and spreading her legs invitingly. Her cool skin feels hot against yours as you align your bodies, pressing into her with a hunger that matches her own. She moans loudly, meeting your thrusts with urgency, their combined movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them.

Your aim is true once again as your arrow flies through the air, striking another goblin squarely in the chest. The creature lets out a strangled gasp before crumpling to the ground, motionless. The remaining goblins are now beginning to panic, unsure of where you're hiding or how many more arrows you have left.

By your count, there are about six goblins left. They seem to be growing more and more disoriented as they search for you in the darkness.

As they rounded the corner, Elara and Lila were met with a horrifying sight: the goblins had been waiting for them, lining up on either side of the narrow passageway. In their midst stood a massive goblin king, his eyes glinting malevolently in the torchlight. The three women exchanged worried glances before Lila spoke up.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. "We can come to some sort of arrangement."

The goblin king grinned maliciously at their defiance. "Oh, I don't think so," he growled, waving his hand dismissively toward the surrounding goblins. "You three are coming with me."

Before Elara or Lila could react, they were surrounded by a sea of snarling goblins, their claws and weapons drawn. The goblin king stepped forward, reaching out to grab Elara's arm. She tried to pull away, but there was no escape.

You lead her out of the forest and onto the main road. As you approach the travelers, you see that they are indeed members of your own guild. The look on their faces changes from surprise to relief as they recognize you and the girl walking beside you.

"Well met," one of them says, dismounting from his horse. "We heard there was trouble here." He looks at the girl and smiles reassuringly. "Are you alright?"

You glance at the girl and then back at the guild member before answering. "Yes, she's fine now. We took care of it." You don't bother mentioning that you killed several bandits in the process; they can likely figure it out for themselves.