“Eowin.” The older man replied, “As for what I am doing here, purifying this street.” Edgar smelt salt as he held the bag and understood the basics of what he was doing, as his father had used salt to exorcise evil spirits. “Ah, I see! I am happy to assist you in this endeavour. Perhaps it will make a difference here, one that is sorely needed, to be honest,” Edgar looked around. “To be cooped up in one’s home and fearful of walking the streets… they need some kind of hope. My name is Edgar, and it’s nice to meet you.”
As they continued, the man Edgar now knew as Eowin stopped, took more salt from the bag he was now holding, and with his staff began drawing symbols in the salt he had just sprinkled onto the path. He was precise and methodical, seemingly having done this many times before.
“Is there more I could do to help you than just holding the bag? Perhaps I could also place the salt as you have, I wouldn’t attempt to mimic the ritual, but I could at least do that, no?” Edgar asked.
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