>>6165800>>6165814You glance at the little girl, intrigued by the possibility she offers. "Can the hags do fortune telling?" you ask, hoping she might understand the significance of your request.
The girl's eyes gleam with a knowing, almost mischievous spark as she grins wider. "Fortune telling?" She chuckles softly. "Of course they can. They can see things... things that haven’t happened yet. Or that shouldn’t happen." Her voice lowers as if she's speaking of forbidden knowledge, then she straightens up, turning her head to the distance.
"I’ll find one of them for you," she says, her tone now casual, as though this is no big deal. "Just wait by that cave over there." She points to a nearby hollow in the rocks, its entrance shadowed by overhanging trees, the air around it thick with the scent of brine and earth. "Tell them I sent you. One of the hags will meet you there. Just don’t get caught snooping around. They don’t like that."
With a final glance over her shoulder, the little girl turns and skips off.
You and your group exchange looks, unsure whether to trust the child, but with no better option, you make your way toward the cave. The shadows grow long as you approach the entrance, the sense of foreboding deepening with every step. The hags are near, and soon, you’ll know whether fortune favors you or curses you.
As you settle into the shadowy mouth of the cave, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and the distant crash of waves, you feel a strange tension in the air. The stillness is broken by the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches. You hold your breath, waiting, and then, through the shadows, a figure emerges.
The hag steps into view, her skin pale and slick like the surface of the ocean, dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling glow.
"You’ve come," she croons, her voice smooth as silk, yet carrying an edge that makes your spine shiver. "The child sent you. Curious. She’s clever, that one."
Her gaze sweeps over you and your party, lingering on each of you with an unnerving intensity. "You seek a fortune, I assume. A glimpse into the future, perhaps? Or answers to questions best left unknown?"
After a moment, the atmosphere settles, and the hag's eyes gleam with satisfaction. "I have seen it," she says with a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "A good omen for you. A chance for greatness, if you are wise in your dealings. But remember, even the best omens come at a price."
She steps closer, her lips curling into a smile as sharp as a dagger. "The price for my gift is simple. You must give me something of value. A toll, as it were, for the favor I’ve granted. I will take... ten of your finest trolls as payment. Their lives to serve my whims, their essence to fuel the magic I have shared."
> Give her trolls> Kill the hag> Ignore her offer> Write in 
