It takes her more than a mere moment to gather herself—magic comes handy for a woman who hates the squalor that often comes with gallivanting through the countryside, though she’s rather determined to keep a low profile now, to avoid any more suspicion. Believe it or not, there are people who don’t yet know of the sorceress of Vengerberg, a notion she’s determined to prolong as long as it still benefits her.
It’s hard, though, ignoring the temptation she feels to change into something less... sticky, filthy, disgusting—
But she’s still aware, utterly attentive, and the sound of footfalls not her own doesn’t fall on deaf ears.
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