Larksong Grotto Warflower

Feel free to ignore Aspa (or not)
She's here to observe

Aspa rarely let a single detail escape her in the Grotto. She moved like a serpent, gliding through the shadows, watching from afar but never drawing near. Always just within earshot, she observed and was observed in turn, making no effort to shroud her presence.

A wounded beast, clutching a fragile body close. From her vantage point, she could scarcely make it out. A creature, a casualty of war? Frail remnants of life, unworthy of the sorceress's attention—just as her gods spared them neither a sigh nor the faintest murmur.

The scent of the animal had lured other inquisitive souls. Nose to the wind, Aspa had traced the lingering essence of her neighbors—creatures whose hearts were far more inclined to offer aid, to believe in the kindness of the gods, and to turn a blind eye to their insatiable thirst for suffering and war.