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[moonlight_revels]

In a wood that is both more tenebrous and luminous than woods are wont to be, there is a copse where the trees huddle close together, whispering secrets each to each. There hang thick tendrils of ivy and honeysuckle, mingling their scent with the crisping night air, and the grass is soft and dewy underfoot.

The Queen of the Fairies, proud Titania, stands waiting in the moonlight.

She does not particularly like to be kept waiting.

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[moonlight_revels]

On the whole, Titania could have fared worse when it comes to lieutenants.

Hellebore's placement in her court is calculated, of course, but he does so well.

"Take this token for your task," she says, extending one luminous arm to proffer the strand of hair.

"I trust it shall be useful in my absence."

[midsummer_npcs]

Hellebore raises both hands to accept the gift with reverence and not a little cupidity, eyes agleam.

"I am most honoured, my Queen," he says.

Useful indeed.

[moonlight_revels]

Her lips draw up into a smile.

"I have no doubt your work will please me well."

And if not, well--

Hellebore doesn't want to think about if not, we're sure.

Negative thinking never got anybody anywhere.

"To your task, then," the queen concludes.

"I'll away before the dawn."

[midsummer_npcs]

"Ay, Lady. I am quite determined that it shall."

And the odds have just recently narrowed.

Considerably.