>>5390650>>5390683>>5390735>>5390759>>5390778>Accompany your lady on the hunt.“Let’s stick together, my lady!” What a <span class="mu-i">wonderful</span> opportunity to quiz her on her magical methods! “We shouldn’t divide in a forest, should we?”
“Fine.” She continues to march into the muck ahead without a look back at you. “Just don’t slow me down.”
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The PONIZOVJE FOREST is thick, hot, and dark. The ground beneath you is lumpy and swampy, muck clinging to your sabots with each uneven step. The canopy above is dense, affording few strong shafts of light purchase into the hazy fenland. And the forest is alight with the sound of chittering and flapping and hissing and slithering of every beast eyeing you up for dinner.
“Ah! Shit.” Your master’s voice cries out from behind. “Damn it. Stop, Snuff. Wait a moment..”
The fair lady has been struggling against the swamp at each step of the way of your route, dragging your hunting party to a halt every few minutes to readjust her shoe, or leap back from a snake, or adjust her hat. And while you don’t mind the occasional stops, she certainly seems to.
“Give me a minute. It’s these legs. They’re no good..” The witch mutters from behind you–while you can’t make out her face from the bend of her head, the quaver of her voice makes it sound as if she’s about to cry out of frustration. You might do well to distract her from the matter.
>Ask about her handling of the blunderbuss. She seems confident with it. Where did she learn her way around something like that?>Ask about the GREEN CHAPEL. From what you hear, she built it herself.>Ask about your lack of tutelage. Not that you mind serving her, of course, but it is a little strange.>Write-In. 