“Enter!” The voice was low and gruff, making Arisia pause before entering the dwelling. She shot her brother a look, raising one pale brow and shaking her head. She sighed softly, then walked in. Whisper paused before following, looking left, then right, then shifting intangible as if trying to become invisible. The cat made a soft sound, one of worry, but followed his mistress.
Caylon tilted his head, wondering when the trip had become so ill-omened. He’d thought it a simple one– carting a scroll from one town to a hermit of a druid and returning any reply. He ran the words to a spell through his mind, in case an escape was needed and followed the others. No fan of surprises, except ones that ended with him in a warm bed with a soft someone and a full stomach, he wished the day long over.
She looked the room over as she entered; Arisia deciding instantly that she was not fond of the home or the owner. Her nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of sweat, herbs, smoke and something other. The hair on the back of her neck rose, and she tensed as she saw the dark form on the far side of the huge fireplace. Ari stopped, feeling Whisper press his head to the back of her knee. When her brother came up beside her, she turned, wanting this whole audience over.
Caylon opened his bag and pulled out the scroll they’d carried for the last seven days. “Here you go, Sir– this is from Druid Stormcenter of Thunder Bluff… he said you were..”
“HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS ABOMINATION BEFORE ME!” The voice roared in anger, and from the shadows came a huge Taurean, hands sparking with quick-forming lightning. Caylon dropped the scroll and began whispering the last words of the spell he’d prepared, pulling back as he felt WHisper leap forwards towards the druid, ears pinned.
