The Dryadkin Butler

Harper let out a short laugh.

She walked to the swing and touched the vines. They felt warm and full of life.

In a survival game defined by slaughter and death, finding a sanctuary like this was surreal.

"Harper, don't just stand there! Sit down!"

IronBaker had already collapsed into a wicker chair, sipping her tea with a look of pure bliss. "The tea is actually drinkable! It has a buff! Restores