>>5485664>The three men can go meet the troll king and try to trade one princess for anotherTrue to his word, the nomads of the Great Khan Of The Far Steppe have Gulshara bought before you for an audience with The Troll King, Ilunn Moonmusk.
They have even tried to anoint her with incense and fragrant oils, freshen her up a little... Gulshara pouts at this "mistreatment", but does not seem altogether too displeased. She is now attired in an ornate embroidered needle-lace gown, cinched so tightly against her waist, that you can almost hear the panting breathless murmurings of her fluttering heart, pleated folds of silk pulled loose over her cradled breasts yet taut across parted thighs. You catch the tingling exotic scent of Black Myrrh, an exaltation of perfumed desire misted over her bared neck and throat.
The Chains Of Castigation, the cursed armour, however, is nowhere to be found.