Midnight, Critc Ishelm.
Helena, attacked by a small storm earlier into her journey had lost her tight bun and was now furiously moving her full hair away from her face, all the while carrying a heavy luggage. She was nearing the casted land when she heard someone coming from behind her, the carriage was fast and angry but suddenly slowed before reaching her, she couldn't as for a lift as he appeared to be a douchebag. His first words from inside the carriage were "What is a witch going to do in Critic Arley? "
"The same could be asked about you" She sassed without missing a beat or looking at him, her fingers deep in her hair she tried to put it back in a bun.
He peeped out of his carriage "Fair enough, let me give you a ride" he offered, his teeth open in a wide grin
"No"
He nodded, not bothering to persuade her "Don't let the hunters get you" he taunted
"I wonder what hunter you know"
