Clara had heard whispers of a woman traveling the woods who knew of a magic that was different from that used in the courts. Blood magic. Wild and free and dangerous. How could she resist?

It wasn't just the mystery that drew her in but the idea of magic. A raw magic that had power. She'd known magic before the battle and it had done her little good. In fact, her poor attempts to interpret the visions from the fairy bowl had nearly gotten her killed. It was useless. And she'd been as defenseless as a child on the day the Jabberwhelp struck Caer Glaem. Her scars were a bitter reminder of that. So when she'd heard the rumors, something within her had stirred and compelled her to go seek it out. It was, in a strange way, a way to regain her pride. Pride was a dangerous motivator.

So she entered the woods, dressed in a dark cloak to fit the quiet darkness of the shadowed trees. She was armed with a sword and had brought a chiseled stone from the Cothromach as an offering to the woman in exchange for learning new gifts. Now the question was... finding her. She'd sent a message to the forest but it hadn't been returned, though she was certain it had been received.

Clara raised her lantern over her head in order to light the path in front of her.]

Hello? It's... Clara. I'm looking for someone who could teach me magic. And I'm hopefully not just madly talking to the trees.