To the wilderness

I am a nomad, I believe you could say that I go where my feet take me as well. Though today, I travel to the wilderness. There are things there that I need. Things to sell. Things for making. Things for myself." She smiles at you. "Perhaps you would be interested in coming to see such things?"

Feeling quite proud at discovering your adventure so soon, you agree. "Certainly, and what things are these?" You ask, mimicking her tone.

"I am a seer, you could say. A witch, others might say. And today, I go to find things that will summon me my familiar." She notes your interest and smiles. "Yes, you see. I will take a ****, and bind up their soul to mine. But I need these things to do this." Her wide smile reaches her eyes, but rather than being joyful, she appears predatory.

"Ah... Sounds... rather unfortunate for that ****." You reply, breaking eye contact.

"Yes," she begins, before quickly responding. "Though most familiar become quite happy. They are more than eager to lay down themselves for the mistresses and masters. I assure you every step of the way is entirely voluntary, and in return for their service they receive a greatly extended life."

"I wish you luck..." you begin, "On finding your familiar, that is." You smile innocently.

"Luck is the fate fools cannot see." She responds silkily.