Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-5583506-20200208002726

Kashya warily approached the wise woman, looking at her as if she expected the woman to lash out at her with a dagger or the like.

"Give me your hand", the wise woman instructed.

Kashya was hesitating at first, before she steadied herself and relented, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of the old woman's touch.

The woman furrowed her brow as her blind eyes peered deep into Kashya. "Who ... are you?" the old woman asked. "There is ... a darkness surrounding you. Eyes stare back at me. Eyes that belonged to people who used to be alive."

The wise woman's voice started to falter as her grip tightened. She seemed more uncomfortable with the situation than Kashya. "There is the stench of death upon you, girl. A darkness festers in your heart. Shorn of fate, you are. You who are born from the dead."

Kashya blinked.

"Many lives you have taken", the old woman continued, her lips trembling. "And many more you will take. But you will not have mine. You are cruel indeed to come here, dark heart. I had my fill of grief when the south fell to the Drowned Elves. I need none of yours. Begone. Return the dead back to the dead. There is not fate here for you, for those without fate should not be alive. Begone, dark heart."

Kashya stood up and released the old wise woman's hand quite aggressively, before looking at Helian. "We are done here", she said neutrally, storming out.