Shadows whispered constantly, spirits were restless, and even here outside of the realm she knew, she could sense and hear it all. She had tried to assuage some of them, but she did not get far — this Triton character was strong and clearly affecting the world greatly.

There were wards along the edge of her camp — things that would keep those more malevolent spirits away. The storm, however, she could do little for.

The cauldron in her camp had recently ceased bubbling with whatever she was concocting, and the witch was walking the perimeter when Gadriel arrived. She set her bird device aside to speak with him properly. "I am glad you're both safe. I will take the reagents. Head to the tent."