Ooohing and ahhhing, you make a great fuss over Rowena Nightshade's choice of hair style, clothes, and good looks.
Rowena Nightshade drops down on her knees and worships the very ground you walk on!

You wink conspiratorially at Rowena Nightshade.
Rowena Nightshade exclaims, "Do not disturb my work. I am preparing for the ritual and must concentrate!"
Rowena Nightshade grumbles angrily.

You say, "Rowena luvs me."

Krix, the Soto says, "Maybe."
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "NO?"
Krix, the Soto says, "She may like you."

Krix, the Soto says, "Going to draw power."
You say "Hmpf".

You say to Rowena Nightshade, "It's just you and me, hunny."
Rowena Nightshade stares coldly at you.
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "Aw... do not look me like that."
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "You know the thruth...."
Rowena Nightshade says, "I am afraid I do not know the thruth. It is a bit difficult to fabricate definitions for fabricated words."

Baden twiddles some of Rowena's weaves of hair, giggling.
Rowena Nightshade says, "Touch me again and you will regret it sorely."

You say to Rowena Nightshade, "The fabrication of definitions for fabricated words is the best making of our kind, no-no?"
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "What is the truth but what we say about it?"
Rowena Nightshade says, "I do not disprove that."
Rowena Nightshade wrinkles her nose and sniffs.
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "So, I say that it's true the fact of we being alone and it being grand!"
Rowena Nightshade says, "And I supplement that with the truth that you are clearly devoid of ventures more appropriate of your time, and are thus slacking off. How very unbecoming."

You say to Rowena Nightshade, "Aw.... you know that just happens due for me being entranced by your beauty and thus not being able to writhe free and concentrate accordingly."
Rowena Nightshade rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."
Rowena Nightshade says, "I shall then see whether the Seneschal can...cut you free."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Rowena Nightshade's lips.
Comprehension flashes across your face.
You say to Rowena Nightshade, "C'mon, tell me! You wouldn't want that to happen! I am so glad to be here! Where in Glomdoring would I find a woman with such beautiful ebony hair?"

You say to Rowena Nightshade, "It's the right reflex of the Beauty of Mother Night Herself!..."
Rowena Nightshade says, "I am Mother Night's chosen."
Your heart beats faster as you inhale your own musk-laden scent.
'No... no... not Glomdoring, but all the Basin! Where in the Basin would I find such darkened beauty?

and that is how glomdoring stole the title of forest of the snugglers.

Dream on.

and that is how glomdoring stole the title of forest of the snugglers.

I was hoping for a more... brutal end.

...

and that is how glomdoring stole the title of forest of the snugglers.

Can I have old Glomdoring back?