Foursday, 3rd Hand of Reaping, AN263
My brother wasn't
interested in hearing about my graduation at all, at least he
confirmed that he had put the “Large bound report” with my notes
at home. He was more interested in the women in the inn. But then,
the most troubling news came by, the King was dead! Slain, and all
his kin! The revelations made even my own recent trials seem small.
It was almost surreal, I could hardly think. I sat there drinking my
tea, wondering about the future late into the night. It was just the
two of us left in the common room, still reeling, when a strange
woman came in, of course my brother seemed interested in her. He even
said he saw a flash of red hair, the signs of a witch! A priest came
to her and they talked of a boy and some mission. Very strange. We
went to bed that night wondering about it.
Fivesday, 3rd Hand of Reaping, AN263
In the morning, she was
still there, and Callisto had the audacity to just walk up to her and
talk to her about what he heard! We still hadn't figured out what to
do with the city being closed, we didn't even know if the family was
still alive, and if we were on the list to get rid of or not. I came
up and the woman instantly knew who I was, I don't know if Callisto
just stupidly told her who we were, or what, she quickly asked me a
pointed question about the school of magic I studied, and seemed
knowledgeable of my response, which blew me away, as very few even
knew the schools of magic, let alone the names of the types of mages.
It seems she really was a witch, which was confirmed when I tried to
break the illusion which is her red hair, which she showed me
somehow, without any kind of incantation. It was baffling, and her
beauty was simply unreal. Callisto was going for the throat as usual
and trying to charm her. She offered us a job, something about
escorting some priests for a pittance, and Callisto agreed
instantly. So now I find myself working for a witch, with the king
dead. The day just couldn't get any weirder. But it did. The witch
said we would meet someone at a farmhouse, and lo and behold, my
horse kicked me off of it once we arrived and a priestess of Noyja
appeared and healed me. Then, off we went, as if it was meant to be.
Zysohr grant me knowledge because I would like to know how the witch
knew all this.
How did it end up this way?
I'm in the middle of the woods with three horses, with the sounds of
worgs all around, barely able to keep the horses steady, while
Callisto and Vissia, the priestess of Noyja, left with a boy who we
assumed was the boy the witch told us about to help the caravan we
were supposed to join against a bunch of goblins. I feel so useless,
if only I was strong. I tethered the horses and I'm going to take a
look at what's going on, I have an idea, this forest might be the
perfect place for my illusions to protect us, oh I pray to Zysohr
stupid goblins don't have knowledge of illusions.
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