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"Come in the water, come swim in the water, down in the wishing well."

There lies a slippery creature, gently swimming about in the depths of her well. She listens to the dropping of coins, rippling through the waters as dropped by hatchlings and wishful souls alike.
Stuck in this place for so long, she calls out to the most promising of souls.

"I'll grant your every wish and whim that you please, as long as you listen to the calls of my sea. Treasures and riches, servants and silk. Don't you trust someone of my ilk? Accept my bargain and come down for a swim, that's all I request. Is it so much to ask for a guest?"

What the sweet hungering voice does not advertise is the fact that dipping in the well will instead lock another in the stone prison, freeing her from the murk.


"Fall in the water, deep dark cold water, way down in the wishing well."