Listen. There was a girl who danced on Amaranth Hill. Her dance had a power. Others noticed. They paid her to dance at their cantinas and carnivals, but, over time, the power faded. “Dance like before! Like you did when we found you!” they demanded. But her dance was now only a performance. The mob had taken her heart and stomped it beneath their feet. She discarded the boots and ran out of town, never to be seen again. Rumor has it, you can find the boots at night, still dancing. Catch them, put them on, and you’ll have the power to go wherever you desire, unseen and unheard.