#ofhanin

Not a mage, not a witch, and not a common elf by any means. The energy that came off the elf was unrecognizable, sending Fenris’ hair on the back of his neck standing on edge. He’d met the Witch of the Wilds, once - an experience that while not threatening had him hold his tongue of powerful forces. This was one of those moments; he’d be careful of how he spoke.

                             “Oh, Maker.                                            What the fuck have I gotten myself into.”

HE’S NOT TREMBLING.                   Not too much, at least.

( what the fuC K )

Tell me why you followed me and what made you stay.

        thank you so much!