Two Centuries have passed......

                               There was a knock on the old cottage door. Slowly she crossed the room and opened the rickety old door.  As she opened it, there stood the young man, back for one of her stories. 

"Talespinner, good you're home." The young warrior said.

"I'm always here. Come in." She said. 

After walking into the little old cottage, he got seated as she eyed him. 

"Here for another tale?" 

"I've come to you for months now. Will you tell me your name?' He asked.

"What's wrong with talespinner?' She asked.

"Nothing, I'd like to know it." He said.

"It's of the old ways," She warned him.

"Tell me.' He begged her.

"Ralvania." 

"Oh wow. Does it have a specific meaning?' He asked.

"It means to inspire others." She said.

"Very good miss." He said to her.

"Yours was Steffeon?' She asked.

"Close. I'm Sir Stephen Matthews, warrior of the Mia tribe." He said to her.

"I'll remember that, I think." 

He placed seven coins of gold on her coffee table.

She nodded to him.

"I shall tell you a tale of old. The tale of Goblin's Hollow...."