The familiar outline of the nymph appears among the monsters. The smell of blooming spring meadows still wafts

The familiar outline of the nymph appears among the monsters. The smell of blooming spring meadows still wafts about her, and the wind ripples through her hair, but now an unkind smile masks her face. "Oh, you did come. And alone, just as I asked. Do you not know, my loyal hound, that the brightest flowers are also the most poisonous?"