Nocturne Summit stardust

Haedwig. She responded. A prophet of Corax. Not that it should mean anything to a stranger. The witch then yawned, rising back to a stand. She should be looking to continue on her way once more.

Stretching out old, creaking legs, she began the slow movement west. Good luck to you Aneira, in whatever you may be pursuing. She gave her earnest goodbye, glancing up at the stars momentarily before making her exit.

A strange encounter, but not an unpleasant one in the least. It was a good omen for things to come, she decided.