Call out, hope for the best
From Lord Of Utterdom
"Hello?" You call, taking a few steps towards the thatch hut. Besides a few goats and a pig scattered around, the place seems rather empty. "Hello?" you call again.
A tall thin woman with long dark hair steps from the hut, skin ghostly whit and dark eyes circled with tired circles. "Yes?" she says, hands jittering nervously.
"Are you the one they call the Red Witch?" you ask, sheathing your sword. There's no reason to be worried about superstition.
"No. The woman they called that died a year ago in the dungeons of the castle. I took up residence here after that, having no where else to go."
"I see," you say, considering what to do next.
got back the way you came: Take the East Road
