Lucille willingly let her friend lead her away, feeling her red-haired-head grow weary. Something about the stranger was setting off all the internal warnings in her system. He seemed harmless enough; thin, and with a standard sword on his back...no, not standard...something about the blade was far too exotic to be local. Her magic as trying to warn her, warn her desperately about something. The only conclusion her mind could draw was that this man had something to do with her dreams and nightmares, and that perhaps the premonition would reveal what the problem would be. She let her mind resettle, raising her head up just as Athalia's Tarrot card appeared discretely in her hands. It was the devil card...
"Elaine, I'll be fine..." she stood up and tucked the card in her belt. "But I suspect Athalia is not. I need you to go to her."
And Lucille than moved towards the blacksmith's shop again. Carefully pushing the door back open, she lowered her hood in the dimmly lit forge. The fatigue threatened her again, but managed to stay down long enough for the red-head to take in her surroundings.
Channing had returned from his escapades it seemed. She had a tenuous relationship with the blacksmith, for some understandable reasons. He had a distrust of the mystic realm, and she lead a group of girls who practiced it. Still, she was polite as she could be, actually finding the blacksmith charming at times.
"Good to see you're back, and unscathed." she told him, showing a soft smile. "I was hopping you'd be back; I broke some of my gardening tools a few days ago..."