#eclipsecursed

                >> ⚔️ <<               ❝        THE PATH    does reveal surprises to me.  didn’t expect  ONE   of them to be you.        ❞             he utters,  grip tight on roach’s reigns as he stood beside his horse.

          “You could buy a lady a drink.” There’s a soft smile, green hues bright but there’s more to her than just a woman with a pretty face, a reason why she was sitting here alone. Though she would always accept the company. “Unless there was something or someone else you had in mind?”

   Completely anonymity was a luxury rarely afforded in times of strife. The notice boards were filled to the brim with a multitude of pleas for someone to stop the monsters lurking in the trees, and the air in the little tavern was melancholic if she were to be kind about it. She’ll ask no questions and take on no worries, though part of the parcel of wearing a face that wasn’t entirely her own came with the instinctive inquisitiveness that its predecessor would have had were she currently alive to witness it all. The stool creaks under her weight as she slips into it and attempts to flag down the attention of the barkeep, who curls his lip, spits on the glass he’s cleaning and pointedly ignores her. What horrid manners, Anne thinks to herself, turning to the lass sat to the right of her. “He always this glum or is he just not fond of strangers?”

      his tall frame cast a long shadow over the cobbled streets. cat like eyes watched as a group of witch hunters pushed their way through the crowds, sending one unfortunately drunk into the river of piss and shit and gods knows what else. he rose as quickly as he fell, though he stilled when he saw the witch hunters and instead shrugged them off. Smart. He turns his back to them and heads inside before they notice him. inside his forge he begins to tidy his tools away and pauses as he hears the door shut behind him. 

   ‘’  Shops shut’’ he grunts, not bothering to turn round.