[The old woman is turned away from the window, bent over a large cauldron at the fireplace. There are various blankets covering what seem to be boxes all over the perimeter of the cottage and herbs hanging overhead. The hag herself turns around, revealing glowing eyes and a ratty cloak covering her body.
Taryon, in the meantime, takes his time climbing onto the window sill and sliding through, one leg at a time, silently.]
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Taryon, in the meantime, takes his time climbing onto the window sill and sliding through, one leg at a time, silently.]