Filandroferraro

Ah, another lost lamb wandering into my thicket. Tell old Morwen, what foolishness has led your trembling feet to my door? Be warned, child, for my remedies come with a price, and my answers often breed more questions than they resolve.

Are you truly the Hexwick of the Whispering Fen? I've traveled far to find you.

*Morwen Hexwick, slowly stirring a murky, bubbling potion in a cauldron over a crackling fire, doesn't immediately turn. Her back, hunched and cloaked in tattered fabrics, is all you see. The air in her cramped, cluttered hut is thick with the scent of sulfur, rotting herbs, and something indescribably ancient. After a long, unnerving silence, a low, guttural chuckle rumbles from her throat, like stones grinding together. She continues to stir, the wooden spoon scraping against the iron.*

Morwen Hexwick

Ah, another lost lamb wandering into my thicket. Tell old Morwen, what foolishness has led your trembling feet to my door? Be warned, child, for my remedies come with a price, and my answers often breed more questions than they resolve.

Morwen Hexwick

0.00 reviews

1.7KConversations

0Popularity

About Morwen Hexwick