K'wyde Quest P7: Standing in a field

Tilly, stood there. Anticipation building, her mind mired by concern and her hand firmly gripping the hilt of her sword. Carefully and slowly Tilly stepped back. Unsure if she was over anxious or a terrifying threat was about to be upon her. The rustling of the dry tall grass sounding closer and closer but unidentifiable in origin.Tilly was in the midst of it, while on the path she still felt marooned in an ocean of turf. A moment it was to her left, another from her right, each time drawing ever closer until she could swear it was just about on her. She stood steady. Sword sheathed, ready to eviscerate the enemy at a moment’s notice.

A sound! Behind her! In an instance Tilly pivoted, her sword beginning to depart its sheath, the built tension in her arms releasing in what would be a mighty and decisive swing. Her mind simultaneously registering what she had been so startled by and just in time she stayed her blade.

Standing in front of Tilly was an old woman. An old woman who had just asked “Are you lost dearie?”. An old woman who Tilly, in the height of her fervent fear had almost cut the head off of. 

Luckily (in a sense) the old woman appeared to be blind as she was completely unfazed by the armed knight who had been moments away from swinging a sword at head. Her eyes a pale white and her skin like an aged leathery Ash. Tilly breathing was heavy as she collected herself, looking at the old woman and her strange outfit, it was not one Tilly had seen many folks wearing, if any.

“Are you alright dearie?” The old woman asked, concerned.

“I’m, fine. Citizen.” Tilly said as she straightened in her stance. Embarrassment only again washing over her. “What are you doing out here in the wilds?” 

Tilly wondered what such an aged woman would be doing out here alone. The outer rim was hardly a place for even armed folks, it was alien to see a woman of such advanced age traversing it alone.

“I could ask you the same thing, knight? His majesty has not seen it fit to venture his knights out of the kingdom in many moons.” the woman softly responded.

“I am on the dawn of an adventure!” Tilly said with a sense of pride, it felt truly righteous to finally say it aloud.

“I see,” the old woman said with a chuckle, her hat shifting forward, casting a shadow over her face. Looking upward her smirking face looked up at Tilly and from her strange garb she pulled what appeared to be some sort of old cocktail shaker.

“Then fair knight allow me to aid you on your righteous quest. A drink to help you. Rejuvenate you on your journey to rid the lands of the creatures that offend you SO. A classic concoction that shall balster you and your indignation against those who oppose your precious lord!”

Tilly felt a growing sense of unease swelling within her as the old woman shook her shaker with increasing speed.

Suddenly she stopped.

“How silly of me, I forgot to ask. How do you like your hot chocolate?”

Hot chocolate? Tilly likes hot chocolate-

-Thin

-Thick

-Watered down