The Boar Inn and Mead Hall

“That’s for sure,” the young man had a quick reaction to Khepri releasing him and had only assisted with placing Alfrich for his fear of the witch. He knew the prosecution that he would face should he not have done her bidding. It may not have made itself known immedatiely but curses followed those who went against her. Dire ones where one found themselves plagued by the beasts around them. The Oxen had to be hers, and as such, he knew his place.

Slipping back within the hall he was breathing a sigh of relief but it left the women alone with the creature who had not intention of remaining still or long nor lingering long enough for them to make a decision. Once Alfrich was placed it began to pad off, making its way on down the road.

It moved slow, with purpose, head raising and eyes though dark clear enough to see. It was an unusual creature to keep such a straight path but so was most that were beset upon by dark magic. It served out of necessity and a want to please that originally came its freedom of the chain. She spoke so sweetly, entranced it, until it was joyful at her presence. She took none not willing, at least not yet.

If the two trailed behind it they would do so for some time as it would pass the hall of the Tain himself and head towards the woods on the far side of town finding a small trail. There was netting along both sides, drawn along to keep the wilds off of the trail without trimming them. It had been initially placed for that purpose until a vine took hold of it creating walls of low hanging bell like flowers that were a meter in height along the edges. They were beautifully colored in coral colors and when the wind whistled along one could swear they almost heard them ringing.

After waving to the young man Khepri floated ahead and joined Roxanne and the mysterious animal, soaring with ease on the celestial wind. The situation made her subtly uncomfortable. She would be able to get away during the day, sure, but what of Roxy? She could get in serious trouble here, especially if she had actually gotten a curse.

When they came to the trail, shadowed by vines that crept up the walls, the Bird hesitated. Some sun shone through, sure, but the shade would undoubtedly take her wings away. She noticed her keeper hesitating as much as she was, and upon suggestion, raised up one of her hands and thrust her magic outward.

She was never the best at this type of magic. She could weed out the lies in someone's speech and she could bewitch people with sweet words, but those were all things she was made for, the reason she was born.

This was going to take some effort. True sight was no easy spell, but she attempted it nonetheless. Perhaps the most obvious of malevolent magic would make itself known to her.