starter for @theegonurcan.
where: astorian village
when: current timeline, right before the letter been given
note: as discussed but let me know if things need changing.
It was a simple mission though not one presented without natural complications; drift into Astoria where a contaminated village was presumed to be waiting for them. The Astorian's had never been known for their kindness again those who garnered the threads of magic in their veins but Eino had the wisdom and stillness of mind to not fear what could become as they wandered.
Nurcan had minimal information, just the hunch that a blademaster could be needed if things got fuzzy and certainly, considering they culled witches for lesser crimes, it hadn't taken long for things to go completely awry.
Eino wasted little time, when one pulled their own weapon, the cambion struck them down in turn, his blade only brandished when others first provoked. Nurcan was a capable legionnaire but blood soiled the air and he could hear a mangled gasp from her throat that had him turn to carve a path to her next. "You said you knew what you were doing," deadpanned as three around her were cut down for Eino to emerge in front of her, "I still trust that you do." There was little time but often he was a fountain touting vague inspiration to his fellow legionnaires as this was no different, "Do you have the information you needed?" Mostly Eino was asking if it was time to leave or if time needed to be bought for the witch.
