Nokron is a beautiful city, with a distinct lack of safety railings. Say hi to one of the wolfies.
Unexpected sickly yellow mistwall, with an even more unexpected foe inside, Shaw herself, or at least a reasonable facsimile. Defeated using plain old cheddar cheese.
A ghost praying to the Akropolis in the distance, surrounded by mushrooms; he died the way he lived, presumably.
Defeated a dragonskin soldier in a pond, no cheese required. Too busy not dying to snap a pic. Sorry.
Having now acquired the necessary runes to increase her faith to a sufficient level, Shaw proceeded to go and blue (green?) cheese Commander O’Neil.
It only took a solid fifteen minutes of crouching and burping noxious fumes down his neck, but he eventually croaked.
