๐ช๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ธ๐๐ ๐ธ๐ธ ๐น๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ธ๐ฉ ๐ช๐น ๐๐ช๐ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ช๐ฟ๐๐ธ
โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ช, ๐๐๐ช ๐๐๐ฅ๐, ๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐
๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
These hallowed halls speak to me.
They echo with shrieks and cries from Mortholmeโs former kings, queens, princes, assassins, and heroes. They themselves seemingly echo through this hallowed throne; they yearn for financial comeuppance. These phantoms claim that a tactful gift is necessary to keep the Kingdom of Mortholme pacified.
And thus,
Today, tomorrow, and the day after โ the chronicle of my dark tale, The Dark Queen of Mortholme, will such be on sale in the market at forty percent of its normal price.
Act quickly, lest I tax the commonwealth to shreds.
I demand your patronage.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐,
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐
