“As the scrying spell focuses in you see Nith. He’s shirtless and standing knee deep in a crimson pool. Ruddy light behind him staining the waters red. He’s facing into the darkness, and the silvery tattoo marking is back is cast into sharp relief on his ash dark skin. He holds the axe that marks his covenant with his patron.He looks over it, tracing his fingers over cool metal before his face twists and with a grunt of anger he flings the axe out into the darkness. A distant splash makes it to your ears through the spell. He stands there for a moment, chest heaving. Then with a flex of his fingers the axe is back in his hand, mockingly dripping water. A sigh escapes him and he lets the weapon fade back into the air. His breathing steadies and he turns back towards the light to stride from the pool. You are unsure if the red-orange shine in his blue eyes is due to reflected lamp light, or something more...”
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