- Pronoun
- she/her
It had been another two hours before any civilisation was reached. Dusk had fully settled over region before Reven Hollow was even a pinprick on the horizon. The remainder of the journey through the forest was uneventful however, with the Wayfarer's new canine company, there was hardly a dull moment. Looker was more than happy to fill them in on everything he knew, corroborating much of what the Wayfarers had heard, while also dismissing a few more superfluous rumours. However, there were also several things – such as the glyphs or Saints messing with signs – that the Arcanine had little idea of what to make of, to which he encouraged the group to discuss such matters with the region's locals.
A simple tavern awaited them at the end of their journey. Warm firelight within beckoned the Wayfarers to get out of the cold, now a bitter chill with no sunlight. Before they could approach, the Dog Squad bid their farewells, as they seemed to have their own accommodations and things were already crowded as they were, promising to meet on the morrow to help investigate the Radiant dungeon further. There was just enough spare rooms to accommodate the Wayfarers alongside their Covenant escorts.
With nothing better to do, Bellatrix walked inside and found most of the tavern's patrons gathered around a table, listening to something intently. And, sitting at that table, commanding everyone's attention with his words like a siren's song was Seir, the silver ninetales the Wayfarers had rescued from Team Miror back in Novelux.
His pale eyes flashed upon noticing the newcomers.
A simple tavern awaited them at the end of their journey. Warm firelight within beckoned the Wayfarers to get out of the cold, now a bitter chill with no sunlight. Before they could approach, the Dog Squad bid their farewells, as they seemed to have their own accommodations and things were already crowded as they were, promising to meet on the morrow to help investigate the Radiant dungeon further. There was just enough spare rooms to accommodate the Wayfarers alongside their Covenant escorts.
With nothing better to do, Bellatrix walked inside and found most of the tavern's patrons gathered around a table, listening to something intently. And, sitting at that table, commanding everyone's attention with his words like a siren's song was Seir, the silver ninetales the Wayfarers had rescued from Team Miror back in Novelux.
His pale eyes flashed upon noticing the newcomers.