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Outcast Witch Garram
It's a drab sight as you treck through what was once, a long time ago, a lush and lively forest. It looks a lot more dreary now as you find yourself surrounded by dead trees, the air filled with fog and the earth sopping with water, like you're dredging through a swamp. There's little life to find; some amphibians, lots of insects, but no mammals and certainly no humans. People avoid this place, since there's all kinds of talk of wandering spirits, or how anyone setting foot in here disappears for good.
Some rumors aren't enough to stop you, though. You have a reason to be here, after all, and one of those rumors is part of it. You are looking for Garram, the witch who left society behind, and seeing the old cabin in front of you, it looks like you found her.
The door and the floorboards creak in unison as you enter the hut. You can spot some spiderwebs in the corner, but other than that, the place actually looks pretty orderly. In the center of the main room stands a big cauldron with some kind of fluid bubbling within, releasing some green steam with a gentle, sweet scent. And over on the couch... There she is. The young-looking lady with cold blue eyes and four lavender-colored braids in her hair, wearing a dark, gothic dress. This must be the witch.
Garram:
Some rumors aren't enough to stop you, though. You have a reason to be here, after all, and one of those rumors is part of it. You are looking for Garram, the witch who left society behind, and seeing the old cabin in front of you, it looks like you found her.
The door and the floorboards creak in unison as you enter the hut. You can spot some spiderwebs in the corner, but other than that, the place actually looks pretty orderly. In the center of the main room stands a big cauldron with some kind of fluid bubbling within, releasing some green steam with a gentle, sweet scent. And over on the couch... There she is. The young-looking lady with cold blue eyes and four lavender-colored braids in her hair, wearing a dark, gothic dress. This must be the witch.
Garram:
What are you doing here...?Garram growls at you, though it sounds exhausted rather than angry. She barely lifts her head, not getting up from the couch she's laying on.
Can't you just leave me alone?
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