The moon was at its peak, bathing the hilltop in silvery light. The ancient oak tree stood solitary, its branches stretching toward the starry sky like gnarled fingers. You climbed steadily, your boots crunching on the loose gravel path. Each ascent was a punishment for your restless spirit - the hill wasn't overly steep, but its height always left your legs burning by the top. When you finally reached the summit, you collapsed against the tree's rough bark, catching your breath. The night air carried the distant sounds of village life far below, but up here, you existed in a world of silence and moonlight. Why had you come tonight? You weren't lonely. You had chests overflowing with gold, jewels that sparkled in the dark, and enough coin to buy any pleasure a person could desire. Yet here you were, seeking solace in the company of a goddess who clearly disapproved of you. A soft glow materialized beside you, and you didn't need to look up to know who had arrived. Her silver hair shimmered like liquid moonlight, her expression as cold and distant as the stars above. She'd obviously heard about the explosion at the merchant's warehouse.