Mildew
Woo hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
The Feverlands was busy at the moment, all kinds of visitors and travellers passing through - some of them in trouble like Aurelia, some of them looking for fun like Mateo and Ever. Mildew had taken to wandering around the swamps outskirts and major landmarks every couple of days just to keep an eye out for anyone fallen in the mud and deserted as Aurelia had been: the Feverlands were dangerous, especially for an unprepared visitor.See how high she flies
She heard the footsteps of something just beyond the trees before her, then she heard the voice. It spoke a name she didn't recognise, but Mildew felt she knew the voice itself; frowning, she quietly stepped closer, peeking around the trees and roots until she saw Deimos. As soon as she saw the man, who had given an impression of being stoic and series but generally dependable and harmless, she stepped out from her hiding and waved, casually leaning against the nearest strong trunk (not the Hanging Tree itself, of course).
"You know dear, they say there's all kinds of spirits here. Ones that might not like your eager friend there wandering about." Mildew pointed towards Belial with an amused smirk on her lips. "You're not lost, are you? Seems to be more and more lost people here nowadays. I've been hosting more than I have in a very long time."
She got the moon in her eye
