Witches, Man

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. As much as Zariah loathed the place, she did have some unfinished business in the Hollowed Grounds, specifically fetching her family. They didn’t need to spend a second more in that wasteland of chaos. And so, she had made her way out to the portal and stepped through… Into the Spire basement. How quaint. She stowed away her larger, fluffy coat, allowing the relative warmth of the place to seep into her skin as she made her way out and up to familiar territory. Stepping onto the ground, a bit of memory mud squelched under the heel of her fur-lined boots. As it tried to reform around it, her nose wrinkled, and with her life drain sucked all the energy out of it so it was nothing more than a bit of sludge beneath her. Disgusting. This place was so rotten even the dirt was trying to get away. A small smirk curved her lips as she hummed a tiny bit of laughter. Such a pity. Good thing her visit would be short. Off she set then to collect her family.