Making her way along, her staff held in one hand, her small satchel across her shoulders, she continued towards the water, intent to complete her quest. Coming to a sudden halt, however, as she neared the waters, she could feel eyes on her. Frowning faintly, she continued towards the water, her long, thick black hair flowing about her, small leather top and skirt allowing the sunlight to glint off her dark flesh. Kneeling beside the water, she looked to her satchel, reaching into it and withdrawing the doll, then moving to place it into the lake with a muttered prayer of thanks to Thunderbird.