“That much interdementional travel is dangerous.” Elan [CC2StW] says. “You end up all over the place, especially if you’re mortal.
”Okay.” The Irish Elan says. He begins writing something in the air. “This… could hurt. Just warning ya.”
Aydri gasped, grabbing onto Cedar, who was sitting next to her. She turned to Roy. "Thank... thank you." She says, shaking. "Are you... the witch doctor? I thought we had to get over the mountain to find you..."
"Why not?" He says, adding a kind of off-sweetness, one that sounds kind but manipulative and evil at the same time, like the sickly sweet stench of rotten fruit.
"Thanks." Eike said. He wipes off his face, dust coming off as mud onto the rag. "How are you doing?" He says, turning to Aby, an evil smile on his face.
"Eh. Just some idiot capital people I've been yelling at. They deserve it anyway, they'll be fine." He says. He pulls out a red dagger, picking dirt out from under his nails. "Those districts are dirty. Get me a wet rag. I need to wash off my face."