>>5936083>>5936073Boris considers, and then, eventually, shakes his head. No. A family cannot be blamed for the misdeeds of one sibling. Baba Shaya is a wooden folk, and Ancient, and old when the sun was born, but has she ever hurt a young faun frolicking in the woods? The hunter thinks not. For love of family we all become blind to things we do not wish to face.
This too is why her sisters seek to release her from her self-imposed geasa. Young Shaya fell in love with a man, dashing and grand, and for love they built this place. She swore she would keep it forever and a day in his memory, and so she will, and so she has. So long as that spell holds, Baba Shaya is not prey.
>>5936087Oh, Lawman.
You know how to hunt.
. . . On this, we *shake*.
>The Old Hunter pulls a small silver flask from inside his cobbled together uniform and takes a solid swig; something so wildly alcoholic it causes the air to haze over. And then he offers it out as proof of a deal. >>5936096Ya. Baba Yaga. She not her Cottage leaves, for in it, she is safe and sound like a fortress. This is why the cauldron of her sister we need, for she needs it to break the spell her sister wove by accident.
We use it to lure her out of her hut.
