rises the moon

She had begun to wonder why she was following this cheerful idiot, when it happened. The bright aura the stranger exuded gave way to a blinding flash of light. And then all was calm. Opening her eyes she found herself no longer in the Polar Sound, and instead in a place quite the opposite. A meadow, complete with a tree; and her magical guide waiting with that stupid smile on their face. What the fuck? Am I dreaming? I must be. Absinth decided to shake off the strangeness of the situation in favor of accepting that this was all a dream, so why not throw caution to the wind? She approached the tree, and peered up at it; before deciding to turn to her guide and seek advice. "Why are we here?"

Absinth is choosing charisma.
wormwood