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Stopping several yards from the inn's outer boundary, the witch beckons the sparrow over and raises a finger for it perch on. Its initial wild caution is reduced by the witch's cooing and crooning, to the point where it settles on her finger in exchange for a proffered crumb. A weary passing traveller turns with a puzzled look at the sight of a dishevelled woman chirping to the small bird, sounding exactly like a sparrow herself. Recognising the power of natural witchcraft, the traveller thinks it best to bow his head and pass on without comment. "So, little one. Who is your master? You come from inside the inn so you are not local to these parts. Maybe you carry a message, yes? Maybe you come to follow me home? Maybe you were trapped and now escape from the noise and dark? No, I think you carry a message for you feel not completely at one with nature. You are the servant of another. Relax and tell me, what is it you wish to reveal?"
The green-cloaked witch grimaces at the disturbance and begins a strangely soothing chant in an unfamiliar tongue. Many patrons who were agitated or frightened by the outburst of violence appear to relax back into their seats. After a while, the chant becomes more high pitched and changes its rhythm. The small animals return to the woman's cloak and she stands up. With a final look about the room, whether disgusted or disappointed it is hard to say, she steps lightly to the door and leaves.
The wild-haired woman in the moss-green cloak, noticing that a corner booth is now vacated, takes her barely-sipped wine to that corner. Once established, her cloak seems to come alive. From its inner folds, a medley of small creatures emerge, sniffing the air cautiously and then bouncing off to scavenge discarded crumbs and other leftovers from the immediate area. 'Should any of you wish to earn a witch's gratitude, with some potent potions thrown in, I have need of some rare herbs, only found farther afield than I care to travel.' Although possibly addressed to the animals (two weasels and a small hedgehog certainly look up, blinking in bewilderment), the announcement is more likely meant for a wider audience.
A woman enters hesitantly, clearly uncomfortable at the crowd. She wears a long and simple moss-green hooded cloak over a dark robe. Her feet are clad in rough and dirty boots. Her unruly dark hair is wild and interwoven with small fetishes. Keeping her face down and with shoulders hunched defensively, she quickly makes her way to the bar where she passes a few bottles across to Ara, muttering something to him in a soft voice and accepting the proffered cup of wine.
Detect Magic:
The bottles do not detect as magic, but many of the fetishes in her hair do - they are mainly protective magic. Perception roll:
The woman mutters to Ara that two of the bottles contain the potion that enhances his beer as usual, and the other is for his embarrassing rash. She also advises him not to mix them up. Clutching the cup of wine, the woman glares around, evidently seeking a quiet corner. Finding none available, she instead makes herself small and inconspicuous at the bar. Unless anyone is concentrating on her, she soon fades (non-magically) into the background. |
