Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
"Oh, thank you very much, dear." Mildew laughed too, touching her own face as if to make sure she really didn't look her age. Her smile faded as Deimos asked about the war further and she shook her head, holding her tea up to her face as she looked over the walls. "Not really. I was there, but...I've never been a fighter, not really. I helped to protect the Wilds as much as I could and I healed those that found themselves here." It was so long ago now, but she remembered bandaging up soldiers determined to end the Ascended menace. If they had known their sacrifices would have come to nothing in three hundred years, would they still have fought?See how high she flies
Impressed as he made a decent attempt at sipping the bitter tea (it was an acquired taste, to say the least), Mildew nodded. "Oh, I know. I just think it's awfully sad, darling. Frey teaches us that all life has value." The Ascended were a lost cause, but Mildew yearned for a way to cure them.
As for how she'd help him - She smiled and reached into a drawer fitted into the wall, pulled it out and took out a small wooden figure. It was crudely carved into a man, with a head and arms and a painted face that seemed to be shouting. "Simple. I enchant this for you. Whenever you hold it, you'll find yourself able to communicate better."
She got the moon in her eye
