#she doesn't /completely/ have the stereotypical accent; but the influence is still there

[a-familiar-set-of-apartments]

*it was just a normal day for dimentio tho he woke up way more tired then normal dark circles under his eyes and all his movements weak and lethargic, and his magic seemed to be on the fritz he barely had enough to get himself to nettles's woods perhaps seeing some friends would help? he soon found his way to a clearing* Dimentio: Nettles? I've come for a visit! is that alright? *dim called out his voice just a bit raspy*

Nettles had been up a tree when dimentio called for her. She glanced down, hand glowing green over a broken branch. It looked like a storm had swept through the area recently. There was plenty of foliage damage to attend to. 

“Aye, it’s fine,” she called, “I’ll be down there in a tick.” 

A moment or two later, the sorceress’ boots hit the ground with a thump. She looked over the jester silently. There were a few questions on the tip of her tongue, and she saw no reason why not to ask a couple of them. “What brings you to my neck of the woods today? Something chase you here again?” she asked, a brow raised. “You look rough.”