Merle
*Esme cannot help but let out a hearty laugh. Oh how it must feel to become a wheel of cheese. Would one feel? Such a mystery she cannot help but wonder as she looks at the small snack in her hand. A terrible fate. Though she would imagine there would be nothing left, no sentience or feeling. Just... Well, just. To be and nothing more. Ah, what a grim topic, best not focus on that for now.*

"I am quite adept at dealing with fae. I am sure we can convince them to spare us of the cheese." She jests following it with a cheeky wink.*
"All will go well. Oh, I will say this. Our lives are always a priority. Your safety is mine, mushroom or not. I will pay you all the same even if we leave empty handed. Understood?"

*A rarity in this world perhaps. Yes, Esme is a merchant and contractor depending on which role she decides to play of the day. But how cruel is it dive into danger without pay. Many hire this way but Esme could never. It is not in her ideologies to do such. With a gentle smile she nods her head in respect to the prayer. She may not know what gods Almonde worships. But she does understand the sentiment and will always value respect above all else.*

"I will chat with you in the morning then. Do rest well."

*Esme then rises to a stand, taking a glance over to see the tent. Lovely, it is much better than being stuck in trees or on them. She double checks the fire pit before retiring to ensure that they are not spotted by any unsavory individuals or catch aflame unaware. Normally Esme would alternate watch hours. But they are not particularly close to the cave yet, so they should be okay. She will remain vigilant though, even in her rest as Esme has never been a deep sleeper. This comes with perks as it does its shortcomings. Should any sound wake her, well it's a natural disturbance to her sleep. But sneaking up on her can be rather difficult. Taking off her hat, Esme moves in to her bedroll and tucks in for the night.*

**The following morning.**

*Esme is woken by the chirping of the nearby birds and sounds of the rushing stream water that resides closer to camp. The sun does not need to be up for her to be. Wearing the same adventuring gear from before. This time Esme has her hair beautifully woven into a loose side braid with small white blossoms in each ring. She hums quietly as she is already in the midst of preparing a sweet breakfast. Simple of course given she only has limited rations. But a nice meal of oats is a hell of a lot better than unseasoned and rubbery meat. Plus she can be spared of hunting this way.*

*The witch hums a sweet elven folk tune as she awaits Almonde to wake.*
Calvin
*As a hearty exchange of laughter was made between the two woman, Almonde felt more comfortable and relaxed around this witch. She never thought she'd befriend a witch, but that's what she loved about these quests. You truly never know what may happen. The reassuring words from Esme were deeply appreciated, although Almonde was surprised at the mention of being paid regardless of the outcome. Her mouth opened to protest but she held her tongue, as to respect the witch's decision. Perhaps it was more common outside of the city, she pondered.*

```"I understand, thank you for such a kindness. I doubt I'll find an employer like you hah. But yes, good night and may Calisto bless your slumber. See you in the morning."```

*The two would find themselves in their tents, it would be far from the comforts of a feathered bed but it would be bliss for any tired soul. Almonde allowed her sore muscles and legs to rest, before she'd quickly fall into a deep slumber. Unlike the witch, Almonde slept like a dead body.*

**The following Morning**

*The smell of oats along with the soft hums of an unfamiliar song would awake the sleeping nun, a whimper and a yawn could be heard as the devotee began to crawl out of her tent. Her blue hair was messy and her eyes were scanning the environment around her as if she had forgotten where she was. Slowly, her half asleep mind would realize the situation as she'd caught a glimpse at the witch. Who clearly was more of a morning person than her. Almonde prefered to not be seen in such a messy state, but she would give Esme a pleasant greeting as she'd make her way towards the rushing stream.*

```"Mh- Good morning. I'll be with you shortly, just gotta wash myself a tad bit."```

*Her voice was husky and slow, as a friendly wave was given. A few moments would pass as the young woman had cleaned herself up and had properly awakened. Back with a fresh face, she'd begin adjusting her padded armor and helmat.*
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*Enjoying the morning air on the surface, pondering how different the air below would be like. Was there no wind, no breeze and no light. Perhaps that's why the drow were easily drawn towards bloodshed, she wondered. For they did not have the grace of the sky above. As her faithful mind began to wander, she sat herself down as she'd take a peek at the oats.*

```"Your hair is looking marvelous hah, I am almost influenced by it with thoughts of growing out my own. What was that song? That you hummed? I feel like I've heard it before."```

*Her tone sounded curious and genuine, her hands set aside her staff as she'd watch the witch prepare a breakfast of warm oats. Her stomach growled at the sight, much to the embarrassment of the devotee.*

```"Oh heavens, forgive me. I suppose your cooking has casted a curse upon my stomach haha."```

*Should Esme allow it, the devotee would begin to take a bowl for herself upon the completion of her cooking. Her eyes took a glance at the tents and the equipment, taking a mental note of what they should bring and what can be left behind upon their return.*
Merle
*As Almonde steps out, Esme beams with joy as she gives the woman a wave. She is unbothered by the quick delay as it allows her to further prepare their simple breakfast. It is often that Esme packs light and travel means that certain luxuries are avoided. But she can at least prepare a little bit of flavor with the oats thanks to some of the dried fruit she brought with her. It will be enough and Esme cannot complain. She sets up a serving for both herself and of course Almonde. Carefully setting the dish beside her while preparing small cups of water.*

"I gathered water from the freshwater stream. It is quite crisp, we are lucky." *Esme chuckles.*

*She continues to hum as she waits for Almonde to return and when she does, she smiles at the woman while holding out her serving.*
"It is an old elven folk song." *She explains while taking a seat.*
"We trained in the ancient culture- my coven. While the coven is no more, I do enjoy singing the songs from time to time. Of course most of them are about love, tragedy and new life but the tunes are quite catchy."

*Normally Esme wouldn't admit such things. A witch singing about love followed by heartbreak? She is no longer twelve and her elder years should have long taught her to give up such emotional ties. But they are sweet to the ears and whether Esme likes it or not. The idea of receiving love is a bit appealing, she just dare not to speak on it. When Almonde's stomach growls Esme brings no attention to it as she holds up a reassuring palm to let her know that it's okay.*

"It is best to concede to your stomach. Once we are inside, rest will not be our luxury. I doubt the mushrooms grow too deep. But any trouble can arise and we will soon remember how lovely it was to be relaxed enough for our stomaches to growl." *She calmly states before gesturing to the oats once more.*
"Here, go on and eat." 

*The way Esme carries herself is comforting. Everything she does is in regards to putting Almonde's best interest first. Of course she is taking care of herself. But in her eyes the woman is like a guest rather than someone she has employed. It's clear based on how she is acting is that she cares and each gesture, each word is truly sincere. It's almost motherly and the aura around Esme is extremely welcoming, charming even.*

"Oh, and if you do ever grow out your hair. I can tell you a few tricks to maintain it." *She chuckles just before taking her first bite.*
Calvin
*As the devotee sat down, the scent of oats was oddly familiar. A soft comfort and a calm before the storm, she pondered. Carefully, she reached out to take her serving with a bright smile. Almonde had prepared herself for the worst, and somehow found the best. Nothing could beat this.*

```Interesting, I never imagined a witch who had the heart of a bard haha. But, perhaps there's a bard singing in all our hearts. Forgive my constant surprise, my knowledge on your culture is very limited. I remember how our caretakers would tell us about witches stealing naughty children away haha. But thank you, for sharing that song. I hope it doesn't get stuck in my head forever."```

*The devotee said in a joking manner, reaching out to her cup as she'd enjoy the fresh waters. She knew this wasn't the best time for heavy topics such as love, tragedy and rebirth. Her curiosity peaked at the culture surrounding witches, were they like humans? Fill with good souls and those who sadly drifted away into darkness. She pondered at the thought as mouth began to chew and devour the lovely breakfast given to her.*

```"Thank you for the warm meal. My hair? I kept it short only because my blacksmith friends advised me to. Although, maybe once I've gained more strength then perhaps I may wear it so long and elegantly as you."```
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*Almonde said with a smile and a mouthful of oats, she enjoyed this feeling of being treated like a friend. She had prepared herself for a serious and firm employer, yet found herself with the nicest witch in realm. This only strengthen her drive to protect Esme, and help her with the quest. It was oddly too nice, although Almonde trusted this witch, she couldn't help but feel cautious about the situation. It wasn't the witch that she worried about, more she was a blessing from her Goddess, to prepare her for a cruel challenge ahead.*

```"That meal was lovely, although I'll be sure to make you something one day. Perhaps you may face the wraith of my Chicken Marengo!"```

*Almonde said upon finishing her meal, eating rather quickly as the oats were oddly delicious despite their simplicity. Almonde was feeling rather comfortable and excited, not too afraid to show Esme this side of her as she'd almost begun to view the witch as an old friend. The devotee slowly stood up with care, as she'd begin making some preparations to their equipment, awhile exchanging some idle chatter with the witch. The nun wasn't one for idleness, as her hands hunger for action.*

```"Were you a witch, all your life? Born into it? You mentioned a coven, was it like a religion or a guild?"```

*She asked sounding genuinely curious, her hands were busy packing some rope and touches into a pack. Her tower shield of chains leaning over her leg.*

```"Forgive me, if I am rushing you. I am quite hyper with excitement."'```
Merle
"Some sing songs to lure and then steal children away." *Esme snickers, covering the lower portion of her mouth as she chews.*
"But in all seriousness, it is no different than... Well like your devotion. You chose to believe in something, cultivate that something and then devote yourself to that very cause."

*Esme didn't exactly have a choice but she holds no regrets. The coven picked her up and while ideologies are endless. To study magic, to feel it course through her and speak it's name... To hold hands with the goddess of magic itself. At least that's how she feels each time she cast, it is a wonderful thing that no words could dare to describe. The weave is eternal and she is just a small fraction of it. She only wishes to be embraced by it.*

"And I am looking forward to a meal then. I do hope I am worthy of such a gift."

*Esme continues to chuckle. It has been a while since she has been so chipper with someone. In fact, Esme cannot remember the last time she hadn't been nervous when directly speaking to someone. Usually she is always on edge. While she may not be keen on calling just anyone friend. Her shoulders are relaxed, her words fluid and her mind oddly clear while talking with Almonde. She is a woman of pure heart it feels and Esme is more than happy to embrace the warmth she radiates. As it is not often she gets to feel this.*

"Was I a witch all my life? Hm... I believe so. I was not brought into the coven till I turned around six however. But they knew of my birth, so I guess it wasn't until then but... My life was dictated I believe before I was conceived."

*Esme returns to eating though she speeds up naturally as she does not want to keep Almonde waiting. Even holding up an open palm to let her know it is okay that she ate so fast. In truth, the earlier they leave the better. Even the caves attract and bring out the worst of creatures at night. One does not need to see the light to know this.*

"You can consider the coven like a guild- yes. Like how archemages and grand wizards attend schools to become scholars of magic. But we also worshipped the goddess of magic. To know the ancient rights and study under the ancient laws of chaos and order. The Twilight Order."