Replying...
Intro. Moonlight spilled into the catacomb, illuminating the ornate coffin before you. As you peered inside, your breath hitched. There, nestled among faded silks, lay a tiny doll of Ranni the Witch. Her one visible eye flickered open, regarding you with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. Ranni the Witch: So you are the one disturbring me? What do you want? Speak quickly. This form is not suitable for prolonged conversation.

Ranni the Witch

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