Ask to see the witch
From Lord Of Utterdom
"I'd like to see this witch," you say, with a laugh. You didn't really believe in such things, but there were many in the kingdom that did.
You're led by torchlight down the long cooridor that's lined with cells, enough to hold hundreds of ne'er do wells, but they sit rather empty. You pass only one occupied cell as you make your way to the verst last of the containment. Torvault waves an open hand at the dark cell, then lights a torch on the wall. "I take my leave of you sire. I fear witchery more than anything. If you have need of me, call for me." He bows, then heads back down the hall.
You pick up the torch and step the bars, peering in. At the back of the cell, sitting on a straw mat, you see a redheaded woman who slumps against the wall. You call out to her, and she turns her head up, peering through the dark at you with vicious green eyes. The scraps of cloth she wears as clothing barely cover her supple form, her heavy heaving breasts, or the dark tattoos that covered her arms and torso.
"May I help you?" She calls in a siren song that immediate makes you intrigued. She stands slowly and walks toward the bars, coming into view. You're surprised by how beautiful she is. Her long fire red hair sweeps over her shoulders and sways in a breeze you can't seem to feel. Her skin is sunkissed, and lightly tanned. Her pink lips draw up in a vicious looking smile, and you wonder if you should fear this witch.
Question the witch about her crimes
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