As vast a land as Connlaoth was, Icythus knew there were only so many places her quarry could hide. Still, having never ventured far from her coven before left her at a bit of a loss. For much of her life that was all she'd known. Her mother and the elders gave direction to the other witches, what was needed and only those that needed to gather supplies were ever allowed outside. She had never bartered, nor saw what was beyond the hills that served as the only border she'd known.
For now this small village would serve as a decent pinpoint in her map. After all, she could only venture toward what she could see. At least within this world. She needed more supplies, and information more importantly before she could be on her way, this much she knew.
As she approached the inn, a man stumbled out of it, muttering something nonsensical to himself. Ice knew well enough to be wary of any strangers - especially ones that seemed out of their mind as this one did. She kept walking, throwing her hood up and over her head, and kept walking, hoping the man would mind his pathing and skirt around her. For she was not one to give ground when not needed.
Except their shoulders collided and something fell onto the ground. "Hey!" she griped. "Watch where you're going!"
