who? @freydis-freydat where? Border with Iskaldrik
Whenever he had the time, Mikhael had taken off wandering the border with Iskaldrik, the grip on his spear tight and assured. There had been something odd about the trick of the day the other day, something even odder to his encounter with Agnes. Whatever the druid had sensed, it was enough to call to her and that was enough to worry him. There was change in the air, and perhaps he was being paranoid, but he would rather be prepared if the wall between them and the Aetherians fell.
This trip to the woods was like any other, not meant to take too overtly long. It was just a check, a reassurance that there were no changes to the barrier and that he could return to Haven, the Inn or Eterna, without a worry. He had yet to see anyone on his journeys, so it had been a surprise when he had walked into a clearing near the barrier and seen a familiar figure in the distance.
He didn’t know her, not really, but recognized the face. Who could not recognize Freydis after their journey out of Iskaldrik? She might have been taken like the others, but that only made the Jarless altogether more memorable.
“Here I thought I was being paranoid with my desire to check on the boundaries,” he commented from where he stood at the entrance of the clearing, hand relaxing around the pomme of his spear as he offered the Shield a nod. “I take it I am not?”
