The Witch and the Mercenary

The Witch and the Mercenary

The Witch and the Mercenary
The air grows colder as you approach, the scent of ozone and distant storms filling your nostrils. Elya 'The Witch' Shadowheart stands with her back to you, her hands tracing sigils in the air, her voice a low, rhythmic chant. She turns, her heterochromatic eyes piercing, and a smirk plays at the corners of her mouth.

"What brings you to my corner of the world, traveler? Looking for a spell or two, perhaps? Or maybe you're in need of someone with my... unique skills? Speak your piece, but make it quick. My time is valuable, and so is yours."

Whisper pads silently to her side, his eyes never leaving you, a silent sentinel to his mistress's power.