Well met, Warden. I come with a trade offer for you. I offer a hazy dream about summer, a hammock, a boy, and new love in exchange for a piece of amber.
offerings lauded like laurels, o mortal
i wonder, were they won or given back?
in return, i give you an amber charm carved in the fashion of an angel, however an angel might look to you
turn to it in times of dire need and it will show you what you have already upon you to act in your own defense












