Taking a deep breath, you tell an aslaran tribeswoman of the many benefits of
communal living in the Serenwilde, and how those in her village would all be
treated equally and fairly.
An aslaran tribeswoman slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, the
Village of Shanthmark should follow the Collective of Serenwilde after all!
Shouts rise up from the Village of Shanthmark, as its denizens loudly pledge
themselves to the Collective of Serenwilde.

---

You play a minor second on a black violin laced with tendrils of silver and
direct the disharmonic notes towards Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness.
Blood trickles out of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness's ears and from the corners
of his eyes.
The music here inspires you to greater heights.
Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness screams and dies, as his eyes fly out of their
sockets and blood splurts out of his ears.
You have slain Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness.
A king's ransom of golden sovereigns spill from the corpse.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness.

---

You give the corpse of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness to Albion, the First of the
Crones.
Albion, the First of the Crones says, "Ah Gwyllgi, put down like the wretched
dog you are. Your presence in the Ethereal Plane shall worry Mother Moon no
longer."
Albion, the First of the Crones hands you a large bag of gold.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.

Albion, the First of the Crones holds up the corpse of Gwyllgi, the Dog of
Darkness and bathes it in the pale light of the moon. Silvery light erupts from
its pores and consumes the corpse, leaving only a globe of silvery essence in
Albion's withered hands.

Albion, the First of the Crones says, "This is all that remains of Gwyllgi's
spirit that I am able to purify. Place it within the Mother Moonhart Tree, and
some amends shall be made for his wicked ways."
Albion, the First of the Crones gives a glowing globe of silvery essence to you.