The strangely dressed outlander had caused quite a stir when she first arrived in Tanhok with her exotic, scandalous dress style, and in truth the people of this village will never truly become accustomed to Yziie: there will always be turned heads, whispered smirks, and angry glares. However the intensity, the contrast of her colourful character in this roadside village has begun to dull recently, she is beginning to fit in, it can almost be imagined that she could become a permanent part of the settlement, if she ever chose to put her wanderlust behind her that is.<br/><br/>Guided by the gentle pull of the necklace, Yziie soon finds herself past the outer buildings of the village, and the squirming black emerges from where it had been hidden until then. Zenaida’s shack is on a slight slope, overlooking the swamp. The thatched roof is sunken with age, the walls slick with the wet rot that sets on all dead wood in these lands. The half-elf calls out, and hears the witch’s answer,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>“Come in, come in child,”</strong></span>She enters of course, she had planned to, but she also feels the whisper of a compulsion to do so.<br/><br/>Inside a curtain of warmth from a small fire embraces Yziie, and she can detect a pleasant smell from the bubbling pot. “Soup?” Zenaida is already filling two bowls, and tears a small loaf in half. Yziie can now distinguish several flavours: bean, rabbit, garlic and parsley. The witch sits on the bed, leaving the half-elf to find somewhere to huddle in the cramped, single room. The walls are packed with glass jars, crude clay pots and tightly bound packages of wax paper, with the shelf opposite the fire groans under the weight of four books, all heavily bound in leather. Zenaida is a human in her early fifties, grey streaks lining her long, woven black hair, wrinkles beginning to show under her dull, grey eyes, though her cheeks remain smooth and flushed rosy red. Despite a horn thorn staff within arm’s reach, she can walk well unaided, and the thick deerskin jacket and fox fur scarf also seem unnecessary in the well in the heated room, but they certainly look nice.<br/><br/>“I have called you hear Easy, because I believe I have unraveled the secrets of the spirit that haunts Tanhok, and I believe that unless certain steps are made, it will not appear tonight. Furthermore, I admit to a curiosity to the magic behind it, and would consider the debt you owe me repaid, if you can return the item which grants control of the spirit, for I am sure it is based off an item,” around the half-elf’s neck, the amulet of bramble and black hair is starting to feel a little heavy.