[h3]Hyselia[/h3]
The Farm
[@Rune_Alchemist][@HereComesTheSnow][@Octo][@ERode][@VitaVitaAR]
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"Haaa...it feels good to be out of the city for awhile." Hyselia grumbled to herself, taking a moment to stretch her entire body. Her large size meant that it was rather difficult sometimes to fit well inside human abodes. She'd stretch her whole lower body out, flexing and letting her tail move about freely. Much fresher air too, than in the city. Less noisy, too.

Not that she would get too terribly long to enjoy it before work came walking up.

She'd slither to the pens alongside her companions, her staff held tightly in her tail as she'd observe the sheep. Black Ichor from sores and the sheep seemed completely out of it. Some fey curse? Some cursed affliction? Possession or something?

Hm.

"Is there anything more than you can tell us then what was in the request? Sheep getting skittish around evening, coming back with these sores and black ichor? You haven't seen anything like this before, have you Paladin?"