Our oath of purity is the source of our strength... (Unfinished)

"I'm sorry... I cannot help you."

You perceive the slightest glint of moisture in the druid's eyes, before she turns away.

A moment passes, and she seems to regain her composure. "I know the price is steep to pay. I shouldn't have asked." She turns to walk towards you. She grabs your hand gently, and you feel the warmth of her hands on your cold skin. "I noticed something different about you, but maybe I got carried away." she muses aloud.

"You'll have to do it the hard way!" she chimes. "If you want to deprive her of my powers, you'll need to find the key to my collar. Perhaps it is in her private chamber... Good luck."