A witch of sorts, who lives in a bog. Long fingers, ready to pluck your eyes out.
[Tav doesn’t notice Bastien leaning in closer on his left side at first. Not until he enters the scope of his right eye. Then, he flicks both over to Bastien.]
It’s a rather permanent reminder to not negotiate with hags.
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Date: 2024-02-21 09:02 am (UTC)[Tav doesn’t notice Bastien leaning in closer on his left side at first. Not until he enters the scope of his right eye. Then, he flicks both over to Bastien.]
It’s a rather permanent reminder to not negotiate with hags.