[ Having dealt with the, ugh, health scammers, Eda moves on. Really, she should keep the outbursts to a minimum. Better to keep her cover. As she contemplates another trinket, for a moment, she turns morose -- she feels weary to the world, even more so since she's been here. All this toiling and struggle and nothing ever truly changes. She valued justice once, but she doesn't know if she still has the energy. Her gaze falls upon her coven sigil -- proof of how dire things had been at home. The thought itches at her, all the time, of the friends she's left behind there. Knowing she'll return to the exact same spot in time doesn't actually help, at least not much. Having time to fret is a bit of a curse onto itself.
But quiet is also something that doesn't last long here, and she is pulled out of her ruminations when noise reaches her ears. Up the street, there's a commotion -- shady figures clearly raiding a house. Just a moment of watching, and Eda knows what it is. Spirit slavers, dragging some poor dead people out of their hiding place to sell them into servitude.
The fire she just thought all but dead reignites all too easily inside her. She pushes forward through the onlookers and points at the slavers. ]
SPIRIT SLAVERS
But quiet is also something that doesn't last long here, and she is pulled out of her ruminations when noise reaches her ears. Up the street, there's a commotion -- shady figures clearly raiding a house. Just a moment of watching, and Eda knows what it is. Spirit slavers, dragging some poor dead people out of their hiding place to sell them into servitude.
The fire she just thought all but dead reignites all too easily inside her. She pushes forward through the onlookers and points at the slavers. ]
Hey! You stop right there!