Fragile Things; Open
The Wilds were a dangerous place - even Magister Danarius wasn´t foolish enough to take this place easy.
His men were tense, some of them already died on their way to this little camp. Strange things were happing in those woods, and Danarius was quite sure that the connection to the fade was more than thin between those blasted trees.
But Danarius was eager to figure out what was going on - find the witch, find her secrets to get more and more powerful.. Maybe finally figure out how to deal with the Lyrium correctly. It was a long way to go.
The Mage sighed, looking at the little fire they dared to make - even if it would lure wolves to their camp.. They needed some warmth.
Suddenly his men were quickly on their feed - raising their weapons. Danarius quickly followed, taking his staff and was ready to attack.
But all he saw was a damn skinny, half-dead girl. His men let their weapons sink again, since she didn´t seem to be of any danger.
“What do you want, girl?”, the Magister snarled and as the only person was still tense, since he just.. felt something was off here.
Longing felt Maris tense, thinking only of the men and their weapons and how frightened she was.
Hush, pet, all will be well. The demon crooned, but it could not help but feel... Uneasy. It was not the armed men, of course. They were strong, but stupid, and if it came to a fight it would make short work of them.
No, what gave the demon pause was the old man. A withered thing like that, traveling in the wilderness surrounded by guards? Something was not quite right, here.
The demon allowed Maris' knees to give out, as they had been ready to for so long. Suspicions were irrelevant, Maris needed food and shelter, and this peculiar old man seemed the best suited to provide that, willing or no.
"P-please. They attacked the village. I-I've been running for days..."
