"Get up," she says coldly.

You get up, sopping wet from the swamp waters.

She snickers. "Now, tell me why you're here."

You hesitate, then decide not to tell her about the old woman. Surely no inhabitant of this realm deserves to know about the horrible future in store. They should live happily, for as they say, ignorance is bliss. Instead, you tell the woman that you were curious about the Dark Isle.

"You are a fool," she snaps.

"And what are you?" you return angrily, stung by her sharp words.

"The Dark Sorceress," the woman replies grandly. "High Sorceress of the Black Arts." She regards you with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I must give you some credit for daring to come here. Not many Travelers have passed by for quite some time now." She adds with a gleefully malicious smile,"Not many Travelers have left, either."

You nod.

"Still," Dark Sorceress continues. "What are you here for? Everyone does something for a reason. What is yours for coming here? Curiosity is a liar's excuse."

"Er..." You scramble for an answer.

"Really....I was only curious!"

"Say, that's some lovely battle armor you have there..."

"I came to check out this nifty Isle of yours."