Nathanael follows the witch into the cave. As he passes the entrance, he feels a strange tingle.
Once inside he spies a small hut, from which white smoke still emerges in fitful, acrid puffs. Thr woman leads you in, introducing herself as "Hexla the Mad. 'Least that's how I was called back home. I don't mind the "mad" part. It can be quite convenient to keep unwanted visitors at bay, you know?"
The inside of the hut seems larger then it looked from the outside. There's an old dented cauldron boiling some obscure liquid in the middle of the room which produces a steady stream of smoke that rises to a hole in the roof. Lot's of charms, made of wood, bone or worse dangle from the narrow ceiling an in the corner besides as triangular door sits a large shelf, nearly bursting with dusty tome and strange objects.
Hexla plumps into a rocking chair seemingly made of bones. She makes a gesture as if invinting you to take as seat, but there is no other chair nearby.
"It's rare for m to have guests these days, atleast ones that don't come to slice my throat," Hexla cackles.
