Boartusk Heights vindicta

The mountain of the boar's tusk was it's name. She supposed in some way that made the pale woman its pig queen. The thought distracted her from most of what Reyna spoke next, but the mention of a feast piqued her interest. The pelt of the great beast would become her sleeping place, a luxury for a girl who had spent many a night on the road.

It felt too good to be true. Where was the catch? Perhaps, there was none. A pig queen could not rule without subjects, after all.

"I vill stay for the feast," she confirmed, tail stirring. "But I cannot take the pelt for free. In return, I vould protect your peak from...unvanted guests." To owe the wraith for freeloading, well, she would rather avoid such catches now than face whatever consequences came for leeches. 

"Perhaps, if ve both keep our promise, ve vill learn to trust more, ja? But you must know my name first. I am Klara."