Treed

Hanging around swinging in the breeze would almost be relaxing if not for the horrific implications of a large fall and a swift stop at the end (like the saying goes the only thing stopping me from flying is the ground). There is also the possibility of two things in being suspended in the air.  Either the plants or alive (a distinct possibility considering my history) or someone was controlling them. Neither were optimal for me as a person and I did not like the implication.

I could smell her before I could see her.  She was cloaked in ritual magic and filth, which spoke to her profession well, a damned witch.  Age was difficult to determine, but for those types it always is. I've heard they too practice necromancy (indeed there are rumors they were the first practioners), but if they do its not to their personal flesh benefit as I've never run across a witch who looks a day under a hundred years old.  Witch's are normally very low powered magic users, relying instead on blood rituals, potions and bullshit to get by with idiots and the easily mislead (no comments from the peanut gallery about thats how I make my living!)

"I can smell you from here Necromancer." She was beneath me, her ragged shawl smelled like shit even from high in the air.

"Likewise." I tried to look down consistently but the vine holding my leg made that a pain in the ass to maintain.

"Come to kill Hilda have you? You'll find I don't die easily."

"Not here to kill you at all, I fell asleep on a boat wound up here, let me down and I'll show you I have no ill intent." I saw her look over my weapons, she didn't touch the sword I could see the revulsion even from twenty feet up.

"Right bringing a weapon of an earth god and a revolver on your little boat trip."

"Never can be too careful, come on I'm getting a headache from hanging upside down up here."

"No I think I'll leave you up there until you are more honest."

"Lady you leave me up here and I'll want to kill you." It was a self fulfilling prophecy! But the witch left me to my own devices and so I swung from up high a victim to someone elses persecution complex.  You'll notice I rarely take prisoners, and now you know why! Its just rude.