The nymph leans forward and places something in your hand. "Should you lose, my heart will stop with yours. Bu

The nymph leans forward and places something in your hand. "Should you lose, my heart will stop with yours. But should you win, the sun shall rise once more over these lands. In its rays, in the ring dance of blooming life, we shall meet again. I leave you a small gift, a token of hope and the reward that awaits you after all these hardships. Farewell... No. Take care!"