Barrow Fields who is doing you wrong?

He kept along the ocean's side, his pace had slowed since his visit to the moors as his feet dragged along the sands with heavy prints. The fields that took over the landscape felt strange, he was certain the sea-side wolves would never claim such a desolate-looking place despite its vicinity near the sea - and so he kept walking. Fatigue was becoming a real problem, knowing very well he had to rest at some point, it felt as if it was an impossible task as all that lingered on his mind was to find where they had all gone too. To know they were all fine even if he was to be turned away. That his absence didn't mean their destruction and complete loss of life.

And then, almost like a mirage - a familiar figure came to sight. In disbelief the paladin watched the figure for a bit longer, slowly approaching cautiously... and yet, the closer he got, the better he could see her, the more she seemed really there. Erzulie. He croaked, almost questioning but not quite. Half expecting this one to just be some kind of doppelganger to tease his senses.