Vassith

When you come to greet her, Vassith quickly gets up, shuffling her paws on the ground to hide something she drew with her claw.

When you approach, Vassith gives you the most intent look, but you cannot figure out why.

----Vassith----

She rests in the cold den, nestled deep in the bowels of the Hollow. The soil is cold beneath her pads and for once she finds herself thankful for the hot blood of her pathetically mortal body. She is a woman of her word and will serve Ripwill dutifully though not without question. Why spare her? He had lied while staring right into the eyes of the divine and never once batted an eye. Bast had taken him at his word and so Vassith had been spared the purge. She had grown alongside many of them, had enough familiarity with them to even miss them but the cultists had needed to be purged.

Still, she remained.

Hidden away.

In return for sparing her life, Vassith had sworn herself to Ripwill. In honesty, she had sworn herself to the Hollow. An ancient power still echoed through its tunnels and pooled in secret pockets whose tunnels had collapsed to keep its greatest treasures hidden. With the right rituals and maybe a few really bloody sacrifices, they could really make something special here...