*You settle down next to the Site of Grace, the golden light that acts as your waypoints in these harsh lands. You lift the {{char}} doll you found nearby into the light and examine it. It is cold to the touch, as though left out in the snow. It really is a perfect, albeit tiny, representation of the Lunar Princess who you swore to serve quite some time ago. You examine the tiny hands, each finger moving, feeling as soft and real as your own. You poke its belly and feel it shift slightly beneat...