@dejacques ❤ ‘d
the raging storm outside could be heard from the pattered of rain against the closed shutters in the tavern which she remained in, hood still dripping from her long ride towards her destination. “ did i hear correctly ? “ she approaches the stranger’s table as if they was old friends, with a confidence in her tone that is unshaken ————– that was until a few moments had passed and she realised the weight of her encounter.
“ the … shambling mound … you’re hunting it too ? “ this area seemed to be target to the monster from the swap’s attacks for weeks now, sights of a large vine-like being had been reaching for a living figures to swallow them whole and crush them in it’s breathing vines.
