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Beckett watched Ember for a moment. The warmth in her eyes even making the blue one seem less frigid. A frown as she looked to Ere at the being’s sound. Had something come up from the Deep? A monster of the Drow. “We should go. Yup. C’mon-,” she motioned with her sword as the cackle filled the...

"Alright, well, stay behind me." Hard to say if she was worried about his well-being only for the form of payment that was to come or if it was something more. Light footsteps carried her confidently down the tunnel. She had no problem seeing in the dark. But even so there was an odd shimmer...

There was a cackling scream from the witch as the hut caught fire. "Ariu--," Beckett's muffled voice from within the chaos of the cottage yelled out before there was a mighty swell and snap to the air around the cottage. Right before it disappeared. The only thing left, the footprint of where...

There was a whimper at the sudden burst of light. But it was decidedly not the witch's voice but Beckett's. The fae tried to clamp her mouth shut as quickly as she opened it. For shit's sake. The witch cackled in the darkness. A sniff to the air like the sound a hound would make sniffing...

"The one thing I told him not to let happen," Beckett swore in orcish as she raced through the woods and toward the cottage. The very thing she did not want to do. Inside, Arius would hear a malevolent cackle that was significantly closer to him than where the witch had been before the place...

"Oh-HOHOHOwhhheeeze," she cleared her throat. Gnarled hand gripped one arm of her rocker. She still made no move to turn around to look at Arius. Another cackle as she leaned forward. "Skin and bones and yet," a tap to her nose that he probably couldn't see, as well as a dangerous sparkle in...

Head canted. Listening. Was it a cave troll? Perhaps a jabberwocky. Be best if it was just a pack of wild wolves or snow bear. Or snowbunnies. Standing and pleasantly surprised at the lack of pain on her feet, she grinned to Ere and the little fire spirit. Hand dipped into another inner pocket...

"Ah, some help," her teeth clacked together as the fireplace in the corner slowly went out. Rocking chair continued to creak with each move she made. "Come closer so I can see who I'm talking to." She took a light sniff of the air, a frown on her lips. "Hm, strange smells on you. One I thin...

Somewhere hidden behind Arius, there was a facepalm to a fae's face. The door was already open, so he'd be able to see a slight turn of the old woman's head at the knock. Her rocking continued but her rhyming did not. A small cackle that turned into something more melodic. A younger voice...

Taking the tea back, she took another healthy sip before pocketing it. Toes stretched. Leaning over she looked at the bottom of her feet. "Not bad," she hummed, running her fingers beneath the scars. She began to tug back on the wool socks and boots. Then she regarded the lythari and the...

If the stalwart alchemist moved forward and into the cottage, he'd see that it was a lot larger than what it appeared to be on the outside. And it was a hoarder's dream. There were shelves upon shelves filled with odds, ends, books, things, and just stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Some looked...

Her back pushed against the rocky-wall she leaned against. Head tipped back and her eyes closed as blessed Ember did its work. There would still be scars. Those might take 50 years to fade if they did at all. Iron and fae mixed like oil and water. If she'd been in her own court, any kind of...

"Okay," Beckett whispered. But paused as he stepped forward, quickly whispering. "Just distract the old crone for a bit. I promise I won't leave you but I can't go in there with you or we'll both be dead. She can't see but she has really good hearing and smell. Just do what I told you to...

"Saved my life?" Eyes rolled. A shake of indigo hair. "If you recall, I stopped you from becoming a sword's pin-cushion a few times on board. Also got you out of a burning ship about to explode." He was still waving that stick at her. And if he didn't stop his crowing and rattling, then...

A smile of delight and curiosity at the light spirit. She'd seen plenty of wisps but nothing quite like that. Its warm light brought out the deeper colors in each of her eyes. Opposite pairs that somehow worked in harmony. Silently, she brushed off the two words of thank you he said...