Playing with fire

The Innkeeper wasn’t wrong. Some might think that living forever would be fun- an eternity of journeys and excitement. That was entirely false; living forever gets boring. Her life was only brought to this world to serve a queen, and even then it was to torture her prisoners forever. But at least that gave her purpose. Now Conwood just hides out at her house in the middle of the woods, all alone. She reads, stays under the radar, and doesn’t have desires like humans do.

The Innkeeper’s threat of pain or death intrigued her.

“So is this you? Living life to the fullest? Passing the time by surrounding yourself with perverts, and other humans who prefer to be used as objects? At least I could change what I am doing. Get up and leave- be able to afford a restart. You? You’re stuck here. Running an Inn that is surrounded by low blooded creatures. What a dream.” The keepers understanding of her ability didn’t surprise her, just irritated her. “And what is it that someone like you, could do to someone like me?”