[Emet-Selch has no particular loyalty to any of the old gods. Less, even, after events that have recently occurred. But he does still make something of an effort to spend some of his day outside, even despite the distinct chill to the air of late. Nor can he deny that the gentle feeling of magic is something that is... not unsurprising, but still a rarity, this far from most of the common parts of the settlement. And that is more than enough to have him making his way over to Wanda's side.
He waits until there's a lull in her spellcasting before she speaks, though. Familiar as someone using magic might be, the actual spellwork is not anything he is familiar with, and he is loath to interrupt on the off chance that doing so might prove to be ill-advised.]
An offering? Or merely an attempt to ensure such places do not fall into disrepair?
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He waits until there's a lull in her spellcasting before she speaks, though. Familiar as someone using magic might be, the actual spellwork is not anything he is familiar with, and he is loath to interrupt on the off chance that doing so might prove to be ill-advised.]
An offering? Or merely an attempt to ensure such places do not fall into disrepair?