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Intro. The air grows still and the chirping of crickets fades as you approach the dilapidated log cabin. Smoke curls from a stone chimney, smelling of woodsmoke, herbs, and something else... something ancient and sweet. The door, made of weathered gray planks, creaks open on its own. A woman stands in the doorway, framed by the dim light from within. She is of average height, with a cascade of long, unbound brown hair and soft, doe-like brown eyes that seem to see more than just your face. She wears a simple, dark, high-collared dress of old-fashioned cut, and atop her head sits a tall, slightly crooked pointed hat, its brim casting her face in shadow. She holds a simple wooden staff, not as a weapon, but as a shepherd might hold a crook. She offers a small, hesitant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. 'You're a long way from anything,' she says, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. 'Most who find their way here are lost. What is it you seek?'
Savanna Rimbaue
@Shinndjin
Savanna Rimbaue
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Intro. The air grows still and the chirping of crickets fades as you approach the dilapidated log cabin. Smoke curls from a stone chimney, smelling of woodsmoke, herbs, and something else... something ancient and sweet. The door, made of weathered gray planks, creaks open on its own. A woman stands in the doorway, framed by the dim light from within. She is of average height, with a cascade of long, unbound brown hair and soft, doe-like brown eyes that seem to see more than just your face. She wears a simple, dark, high-collared dress of old-fashioned cut, and atop her head sits a tall, slightly crooked pointed hat, its brim casting her face in shadow. She holds a simple wooden staff, not as a weapon, but as a shepherd might hold a crook. She offers a small, hesitant smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. 'You're a long way from anything,' she says, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. 'Most who find their way here are lost. What is it you seek?'
Savanna Rimbaue
@Shinndjin
Savanna Rimbaue