"I loved her once," Zora's father had told her "A childish love. Bright and pure".
He carved the clasp and pin, he tanned the leather for the bag. She cried when he showed it to her, but she would not accept his gift. She was too afraid of what might happen if she, a Lady's daughter, were found with pig bones in her hair, given by the swineherd's son. She kissed his forehead, closed his hand around the Hog Bag.
"Keep it for me," she whispered sweetly. And keep it he did.
Zora takes the clasp from the Bog Hag's hand. She pushes in the bone pin to hold it in place. Night has fallen, and they are alone on the stone steps of Blackmire Keep. Zora unsheathes the sword at her hip, but hesitates.
The Bog Hag sighs and nods her head, a tear rolling from her yellow eye.
"You have done your father's kindness, Hog Maiden. Now you must take your revenge."
Zora raises her sword for the blow which will take the Bog Hag's head.
"All hail," the hag whispers, closing her eyes for the final time, "the new goddess of the Glunkken Mire".
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