The Witch In White
"You know, once there were Sorcerers here. Of Rhand, no less. They pretty accurately named themselves, I suppose." Sofiel turned her yellow eyes up towards the bird perched on her shoulder, smiling ever so faintly. The white mask of Vorthruz did not smile in return. In fact, the 'bird' looked completely uninterested, at least by how it continued to look around them rather than pay her any attention. The white haired woman didn't seem bothered in the slightest, though. Instead she looked about the prairy she was walking through.
Such a beautiful place for a group so wholly dedicated to the dark.
"Do you think we'll find anything they might have left behind?" Finally Vorthruz looked her way, which had her laugh.
"No, I suppose we won't. But-"
She looked up towards the night sky. Even from here, the shattered remains of Exegol could be seen. A speck in the sky to most, but with the smile that rested on her lips it clearly was something far more important to her. "The night view is beautiful, isn't it?"