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The runebound councils stepped into the Queen's fortress, a place they had traversed so many times, but upon entering, they noticed the conspicuous arrangements of the fortress.
The blood moon was drawing closer with each passing day, and they were here to finally receive more of the potion Queen Carmela had promised to share with them– the type that was capable of granting immortality with potential abilities. It was a secret experiment she had conversed with them about, and they were eager to hear the news of her success.
"Shouldn't this feel wrong?" Whispered one of the runebound council to his neighbor, "we hardly know of the potions main ingredient, including where she gets the source. You don't expect me to drink what I have not seen her prepare with my own two eyes… Do you? If she wanted to make potions why is she Queen then? She should have taken the role of an Enchanter."
