They locate the Hartsoke plant, so insanely few and far between they are that it was nearly her end to find it. But the guardian had to be certain that this was need and not want. That this was her own choice in truth, not force, for her sake and her life.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04498-l114-harder-heartstrings -- Anon Guest
...through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered... They arrived at the Garded Grove on the cusp of Autumn. Halestaff had to carry Fennel up the steep slope to its entrance. Bastion hauled her armour. Greesh, when not checking for traps, was urgently foraging for anything that would help.
Halestaff was using as much magic as he could spare to keep Fennel alive.
And there, at the entrance, was the guardian. They only looked like an Elf, but there was an aura of menace about them that said that they were not an Elf. Wearing the armour of a long-dead empire was a portent of doom to anyone who knew anything about adventuring.
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