Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="JustinCase" data-source="post: 7818900" data-attributes="member: 6776182">Pinpehlu sits quietly, feeling ill at ease. He is used to early mornings, before the sun comes up, before most people are awake, but that is in the city and this place is.. different. Intense. Oppressive. And it's not the bugs or the sounds of nature all around, although the porter is sometimes startled by another such noise. No, there seems to be something else afoot.And then the eyes.For what seems like an eternity, Pinpehlu can't breath. Staring at the eyes, other details appear; a large hook nose, skin that is marred with warts, a cloak in earthen colors... Must be a witch, Pinpehlu thinks to himself, and just as he fears that she has put a spell on him, she vanishes and the porter can breath again."Subotai," he whispers, poking his friend with his foot, "I think I saw a witch! She was watching us. What should we do? Do you think she blames us for the golem?"Pinpehlu whispers several more of his fears, hoping that the lawyer can decide on the appropriate action.[ooc]Not going off to chase a hag alone, no sir! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />Btw, Pinpehlu must've eaten a provision. He needs his energy. So that brings him to Provisions: 5/6 [/ooc]</blockquote>