Calvin
*As the cool air of the underdark was flowing between the tall mushrooms, from the highest levels of the cavern to the lowest level near the dark lake's edge, the soft blue blow remained. Lighting the area like a full blue moon, it was rather difficult to tell whenever it was morning or night, but that would be the last thing on anyone's mind. The warrior drow listened to the witch's words, giving her a nod as she'd refuse to sleep. The witch clearly didn't fully trust him nor submitted to his commands, rather than show offense, the drow held an expression of understanding.*

```"Then as you may. You continue to surprise me."```

*It wasn't clear exactly what the drow was surprised by, but he simply went to return to his duties. The distant moans and cries of the haunting ghosts echoed in the distance, the witch's hum of the old drow tune peaked up Gwylyss ears as he took a glance at her. Before forcing his attention back to his patrols.*

*For a moment, the witch held some peace to herself as the drow went away from the campsite to reach higher ground, clearly looking for lurkers and potentially foes. Leaving the witch to reminisce, her memories of other drow and the visions flooding her mind like a rushing waterfall. Yet, her voice held such a melody and angelic beauty that it caused the intense air to faded.*

*As she continued to hum, a particular mushroom began to move towards her. It slowly clicked and moved quietly towards her. A dark crawler, a special type of spider that disgusted itself to ambush prey began was lured by her song. Their black eyes curiously listening to the tune. It listened to her song before eventually returning to the dense mushrooms forests. The campsite was rather peace if not for the occasional ghost passing by. The visions, the warnings from the fate felt like a sting of a flame. Remaining in the witch's mind for awhile, the scream of desperation and hopelessness along with that demon's starved voice ringing in her ear.*
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*A few hours of peace would befall the campsite, as the calm underdark rested. The drow occasional being spotted in the distance as he patrolled the area. Eventually, Almonde would awaken from her slumber as she'd crawl out of her tent. Noticing the new tent and approaching the witch, she'd promptly sit near the witch and seemed well rested now. A smile on her face as she spoke.*

```"Morning, Esme. I see our drow friends have arrived. Shall we switch roles? Unless you have something to tell me, of course. I had a funny dream about you, haha. Where you turned evil, your hair black and your eyes had like a shadow lines or corruptionbin them. You served poisons and even had an evil giggle that sent shivers of fear down my back hah."```

*Almonde said as she'd share her odd dream of an evil Esme, her tone was spoken with a humorous whisper. The drow could be spotted returning with a sack full of mushrooms, quickly placing them by the fire before quickly returning back into the wilderness.*
Merle
*Esme's gaze flickers towards the small creature that moves closer. Normally any sign of movement should be a cause for alarm. But the witch just smiles, letting out a small chuckle in between the notes. Acknowledging the creature, in a way she sees it as a little blessing. A small fragment of peace in lands that are often extremely volitile and hostile. It's cute in its own way too and as it fades back towards the mushrooms. Esme's gaze looks back towards the ore filled sky, magic coursing through each rock planted within the cieling. Her song coming to an end as the witch now takes her time to just watch.*

*Curious...*

*The word rings in her ear like a dulled whisper. Not always do the visions put her in a position of her actually being there. The demon could have not been talking to Esme at all but rather someone else... Maybe in the position she was standing in or perhaps behind. She sighs, leaning back as her arms prop up to keep her weight held. Occasionally her gaze drifts towards the ghosts or even Gwylyss when he is in view of his patrols. But Esme does not make an effort to say anything and opts to focusing on her job. She doesn't know how long she had been seated for but with the slight hue changes due to temperature of the ore. Esme knows that day must be rising up above.*

"Oh? Good morning Almonde." *Esme says sweetly, moving to the side so that the nun may join her.*
"I do hope you have slept well."

*As Almonde describes the dream, Esme cannot help but chuckle. Turning evil? The witch could never imagine herself in being so. But then it dawns on her... What if Almonde can also see visions? Dreams are a gateway to the guidance of the fates. Then again, unless she were somehow forced. Esme would never act so cruel. But magic works in strange ways and she has seen kind souls turn twisted for less. She keeps a smile on her face though, not allowing her thoughts to bleed out into their conversation. So long as her true name remains unknown...*

"Rest assured, I have no intentions of becoming corrupted. I'd make a darn cool evil witch I would imagine though."
Calvin
*Almonde was rather gleeful to see the witch again, her spirits were high as the ore above and seemed happy that she'd be able to share her odd dreams without worry. Softly seating herself down, the devotee would nod her head.*

```"I slept like a baby. Haha, I think you're already cool as you are. I doubt being evil would suit you, you're perfect as is haha. Although, an evil you is certainly more pleasant than... You know."```

*The devotee said as she'd tilt her head towards Maya's tent. Almonde stretched out her arms and cracked her fingers, as her gaze began to linger around the camp. Looking up at the glowing ores above, failing to notice anything different. Almonde spoke as Gwylyss returned briefly to collect a pot, making his way down to collect some river water.*

```"Huh, who knew that he could cook. He would certainly make for a grand home husband..."```

*She said in a mischievous tone once again, as she'd softly elbow nudge the witch next to her. But, her smiles and jests began to fade as she'd realize that the heavy challenge awaited them both. That's when she began to search into her pack, as a thought rekindled itself in her mind. She spoke in a whisper as her hands held a small prayer book.*
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```"Oh, I almost forgot... Ludwig's grave. The name was familiar but I couldn't remember it. It's a popular name that I've read in my religious books specifically my Pantheon heh. The name is considered an insult. It used to be a name of a warrior but apparently a paladin with such a name betrayed a certain God. So his name become a taboo, I remember calling my friends that as an insult back in my younger years. The details change constantly but... It all boils down to a paladin betraying a God and being the big bad as they say."```

*Almonde spoke rather casually about the name and what it meant to her, perhaps the grave belonged to that paladin or perhaps it was simply a name to insult the buried soul within. Maybe it was a play on words even. She'd hope that her insight would prove some usefulness. It was then that Gwylyss returned with a bowl of water, he began to make preparations to create a worthy mushroom dish for her ladship. The determination in his face was rather intense but also humorous as the drow took the task quite seriously, far from the devotee's relaxing cooking nature. She held herself from a chuckle, simply smiling at him as she'd turn back to the witch.*
Merle
*More pleasant the Noble drow? Absolutely. But there is a charm to their bluntness. When speaking with Drow, you tend to know what you're getting into with them. Esme has dealt with elves of all types. She cannot say she has a favorite but she knows how to keep her guard up at least with any denizen of the Underdark. Which is why she cannot help but chuckle at the thought of the Drow being not-so-pleasant. It's partially true, but not all can be categorized as those who walk in the path of lady Lolth.*

"Everyone has their charms. Maya is headstrong, in a way its admirable even if we have different viewpoints." *She says as she begins to work on packing her bag.*
"And yes, they brought back that pesky boar that frightened you. I had a little bit of the meat-"

*Esme's brow raises up to the mentioning of Gwylyss being a house-husband. Her gaze then flickers to the warrior and then back Almonde before she lets out a loud, girlish bit of laughter. Feeling embarrassed, Esme is quick to set a palm over her mouth, ending her amusement with a small snort as she turns her head away. Maybe it's Almonde that is interested in such forbidden fruits. Now that, would be a true romance story. The nun and the cutthroat warrior. Even if it's a joke, Esme cannot bring herself to look at Gwylyss. She can see it now. Pink aprons, a broom and a baby carrier. The vision only gets worse as her imagination goes wild. Seeing him stand proud with a thumbs up followed by a shine to his smiling, pearly whites.*

"My goodness..." *She snickers, her shoulders bouncing as clearly the woman is a bit tired so anything is a bit too funny to her.*
"Imagine two little kids hanging on his back as he brings out dinner. O-oh, I found a cute critter last night. I think it enjoyed my singing."

*Now pinching the bridge of her nose to get herself to stop laughing. Esme takes a deep breath as the picture of Gwylyss fades and a vision more ambiguous appears. Children... No, not now. The witch's eyes widen briefly before her face of slight discomfort fades away. They a dreams she cannot capture and should stay locked away. Her hands placed in front of her now, her brow furrowing. The mention of this oath breaking paladin is disturbing to say the least. This adds severe weight to the fact that Drow are seeking out his tomb and for a moment. Esme's lips part to inform Almonde of her visions. But then she can hear the small moans of ghost and she decides against it, at least for now.*

"And I see... We should try and collect any information about him if we can. Whatever we can find out about this Ludwig will do us well- but lets not talk about this for now." *Esme whispers before looking back at Gwylyss.*

*What is odd is that she did not see his death. Then again, she didn't see Almonde's or her own either. Just, who she thinks to be, was Maya's. Without realizing it, Esme is frowning for the first time. She does not like that she has to distrust him and perhaps in a different world. He could venture off with the two and he could see potential in himself rather than relying on nobility. But there is nothing to be done and the paranoia of having to face Gwylyss is eating at her. It even bothers her to possibly cross blades with Maya, not out of fear, but because the witch simply does not want to. Then there is the sight of the demon, the intense heat and before long, Esme feels feverish again.*

"Are you okay to keep watch while I rest a little?" *She asks, her voice a bit weakened.*
"I need to grab some water real quick."
Calvin
*Almonde was yet to be wise enough to understand other people, always assuming the best in everyone. Her eyes express a hue of hope as the witch would call the noble headstrong despite her obvious dislike towards humans. But that hope was sparked as there was something she could use to bring the drow into the light, redemption and healing for her darken soul. Almonde was wise enough to know that was a delicate healing treatment but there was hope.*

*Her smile grew wider and a few uncontrollable snickers left her lips. She'd have trouble controlling herself as she'd glance over to Gwylyss, before coughing a laugh out. Tears at the corners of her eyes as she'd desperately search for a cloth in her pockets. The drow turning his head with confusion over the two girls laughing like a druken pair, his first assumption was that the pair were drunk or perhaps fooling around again. As the witch mentioned, the image of Gwylyss with two children hanging on his back. Almonde turned to glance at the drow, their eyes locked and her cheeks turning red. She'd immediately cover her face, as she'd turn her seating position around. Ensuring her back was turned away from the drow.*

```"I- ha- Yeah... Gosh. You're such a evil witch. Haha... A cute critter? That's a blessing! Maybe its a good sign for whats to come. Your singing is rather alluring, are you sure you're not a siren with legs?"```

*Almonde said as she'd swiftly change the subject, the soft red fading from her cheeks. Her eyes began to grow a hue of seriousness as the topic of Ludwig The Unforgivable, was placed on hold. Away from the sharp ears of the drows, she would provide an understanding nod. Forgetting to keep her naivety in check. Her face radiated a sence of pride as Esme asked if she could rest up.*

```"Yes, please rest as much as you need. If you need extra blankets, feel free to nab mine. I'll keep an eye out for you so rest assured."
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*Almonde said as she'd swiftly change the subject, the soft red fading from her cheeks. Her eyes began to grow a hue of seriousness as the topic of Ludwig The Unforgivable, was placed on hold. Away from the sharp ears of the drows, she would provide an understanding nod. Forgetting to keep her naivety in check. Her face radiated a sence of pride as Esme asked if she could rest up.*

```"Yes, please rest as much as you need. If you need extra blankets, feel free to nab mine. I'll keep an eye out for you so rest assured."

*Almonde said as she'd pull off her helmat from her head. Her blue messy hair reflecting their wild adventure so far, placing the helmat on her feet. She'd gentky pat the witch on her back, knowing how exhausted she sounded. It had been a very eventful day for the witch, even more than the young devotee could assume. Maya would not leave her tent, while Gwylyss was busy tending to his delicate mushroom recipe. His crimson eyes focused on his blade, as mushrooms were cut into small bite sized pieces.*