The Lore of Illusionist Leah of the Lake

On the eastern edge of Dream Master Lake, there's a little path that snakes its way twixt copse and tree. If one were to meander for some several moments upon this trail, past shrub and bush, brush and fern... one might eventually arrive at a small yet charming little cottage.

A freshly-varnished white picket fence surrounds an incredibly neat little kitchen garden, replete with herbs, vegetables and modestly pruned fruit trees. A latched gate sits appropriately aligned in the middle of the fence, open which a carefully carved sign reads "Briar Rose".

Were one to open said gate and walk up the garden path, under the arched trellis and up to the front door, one would be instantly drawn to the fascinating brass knocker in the shape of a woodpecker. Let's suppose that upon striking the door with the woodpecker-knocker, the door sprung open (much to the alarm of the would-be pecker-knocker) revealing a lovingly tiled corridor leading into the abode.

Venturing carefully into the quaint cottage, a cosy living area filled with flowers of all possible description fills various jugs, mugs, vases and glasses. What kind of gentle soul could possibly live in such a fragrant, calming atmosph...

"WHAT IN LUCIFER'S ARSE ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?", screams the young lady as she engulfs you in a strange green cloud of spores.

One's final senses are filled with a delicate smell of roses, as a surprisingly large fox begins to gnaw on your leg.

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