( this wasn't avernus. it wasn't waterdeep. but apparently everything was in danger. those were words that devynn was slowly beginning to become familiar with, hating that they sounded familiar at all and wished--

everything had been a wish lately and the more that she hoped and searched for answers the more distance she seemed to find between her and them too. and now she was in yet another land.

days had passed, meals had been shared and her magic had slowly strengthened in this place, coated around her despite unfamiliar sentiments and gods she wished not to know. but for as friendly as people have been, offering food and scarves, she's already found some of what these dangers proclaim.

missing children, haunting spirits. as much as devynn would rather stay away from danger and trouble her heart can't help but draw her in, though even with directions told she isn't certain where to begin. so she asks in town, trying to find someone that may point her in the right beginning )

( portals shouldn't be so easy but she'd been assured that nocwich was a steady place, often visited, and it's a new wonder when devynn does make it through.

she visits the markets first, a few items with her that she could trade, before trying to find her bearings around. the hot springs are cautiously approached, a wish to enjoy the luxury but a shyness in her, taverns poked into to listen to stories and the nature simply enjoyed.

she travels there only on one day, hoping to find one thing at least to make her smile )