[b]+ Old Woman - @Wotan +[/b]

The old woman steadied herself and recoiled back, taken by surprise by the young man's aggression.

"A-pologies," she stammered, "I was just tired and didn't expect to run into anyone and I lost my footing..."

Quickly, she began to disengage from the situation, taking up as brisk of a pace as she could muster away from him, she began to continue on her path towards the Peak of the Gods. She used to know these very woods like the back of her hand, but the wild, tangled growth of decades had shifted them. Clearings she once knew had vanished, filled in by brush and trees, while new ones had been formed by fires, years gone by.

While clearly no match for him, she took a stronger grip on her walking stick. In her day she had been an accomplished trainer and mage, but those years were long past. She dearly wished she still had her Animikii, but he passed away awhile ago. She only really had the relic containing her very old Ocalia which was mostly kept as a pet rather than a battle companion, thus it would be useless in that regard. Her ability to tap into her magic had also dwindled with age, which wasn't completely unsurprising.

"Good day young man," she called as she began to head away.