[center][img]http://i.picresize.com/images/2017/10/13/nhDCb.png[/img][h3][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1334010]Erwald Andhund[/url][/h3][/center]
The graying mage was no stranger to the surrounding mists and their clutches, rather he knew well what fear lied in wait, ready to grasp and seize his heart and mind. Just what he did not know was [i]how[/i] these rolling terrors intended to do as much. His weathered eyes full of latent fear, he found himself immersed and drowned in their depths when they again consumed him; another night, another terror. Was it this time real or another of the fantasies of the realm that played games upon the mind? Whatever its case, his hand slipped within his robe and withdrew a withered old twig whilst the other fell silently to his satchel. Humble weapon at the ready, the descent led to him being surrounded - how long had it been? Where now was he to be? Who were the company the mists had drawn together? What was it they wanted with him now?

His dried lips muttered subtly, softly, [i]"Another curse to bear..."[/i] as the shadows and silhouettes of the other mysterious folk began to stir in their wakings.

This wretched land was fond of its games, its torments, and the not so distant woman lit by flickering light calling out to the children - the same children Andhund too could now hear - only arose in his throat further despair. His hand tightened further upon his satchel and the twig, rather his wand as it were remained forward. They were not about to steal anything else from him on this night in Barovia, oh no. The mage was to be sure of that, so he kept on with his surveying the others and equally kept his footfall unintrusive to drew nearer still toward the light. The deathly mists creeping from all corners of the skeletal town, only slowly did he lower the implement and slip it into his sleeve as he was certain he was further away from the ebbing threat, at least for the moment. If these people were to be a danger, they paled in comparison to this dark realm where anything and everything could have well awaited them not but a few steps outside.

When the words so casually came forth in [i]"So. You must be the welcoming party, then?"[/i], the response from Andhund did not delay.

"We should not tary..." He looked on to those bewildered starting first with the man who spoke before moving to the woman and her candle, giving her a nod. "... at least not here."