amun
Amun had been out searching for new dyes out in the Oerwoud, since his last trip had been derailed by a small child. As he made his way through the underbrush and the vines everywhere, he heard the distant sound of a waterfall. Frowning, he angled towards it, taking a moment to adjust the chains he wore on either shoulder.
Eventually, he pushed aside some greenery to come upon the shores of a lake. Freezing when he saw the house and the figure in its doorway, he watched both for a moment before clearing his throat. "Evening, miss," he called out. Inclining his head to her, he took a step closer to the water's edge. "What kind of spirits?"
In addition to the items in his inventory, Amun brings two long lengths of chain, a machete, metal gauntlets with the palms bare, and an empty bag.
Eventually, he pushed aside some greenery to come upon the shores of a lake. Freezing when he saw the house and the figure in its doorway, he watched both for a moment before clearing his throat. "Evening, miss," he called out. Inclining his head to her, he took a step closer to the water's edge. "What kind of spirits?"
In addition to the items in his inventory, Amun brings two long lengths of chain, a machete, metal gauntlets with the palms bare, and an empty bag.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
