Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

arcturus -- no, arthur -- listened to the tale of the troubled princess and her korrigan, one ear pulled forward as he pieced together each word, imagining this other-world. he thought the korrigan to be tremendously spiteful -- but he had always liked stories edged with a sharp moral. to him, those stories made sense -- and better yet, they imparted a lesson at the end of their close.

he was silent, ruminating over the brief tale. he supposed the townspeople were petty themselves - perhaps there was more than one lesson to be had in this story. "how do you know all of these stories?" strange how, his question was not about korrigan or the princess or what came after -- but about how wraen had acquired so colorful a collection, and managed to preserve it all in that little squishy case, right between her two triangular ears.