[sblock=Durzo]As you arrive at the hut, on hearing the woman's voice you notice that it doesn not sound like Candour. It lacks the sibilant rasp of the old witch's rotten tongue and sounds, indeed, younger and more alive.[/sblock]
On approaching the shattered door, broken and dirtied crockery is seen just inside the doorway. It appears that the few accrouments of civility Candour possessed have been cast to the floor.
Inside, the witch's hut has a simple layout with one large room and a single table and chair next to a large empty cauldron. There is another room to the rear, with no door and a broken, disused single bed can be seen. The floor is dirty, debris littering the it and crunching underfoot. Carefully arranged on the old wooden table, however, are bones. In a some sort of pattern it would seem.
Standing over the table, staring intently at the bones, is a tall and slender woman. Wearing tight leathers that have been dyed a dark green, she holds one of the bleached bones in her gloved hand. Two small daggers rest in a belt on either side of her hips.
As you enter, her head snaps up from the table and she glares at you angrily. Her skin is pale, with freckles around the nose, and flame-red hair is tied into a rough pony-tail.
"Here to check on your little witch?!" she hisses, one hand reaching for a dagger "I suspect she is out harvesting again, but perhaps you can tell me more.."