[ The skies do indeed darken, perhaps a bit more quickly than normal so deep in the woods. Or it could be a trick of the mind and the light. There are plenty of noises to occupy that companionable silence between the crickets chirping and the occasional call of a bird or the rustle and dash of tall grass as a rabbit darts away. Soon, even the ambient noises found in the forest seem to be muted.
What starts as the far-away sound of something in the brush turns into a flurry of noise and motion as whatever it is gets closer. A large shape can be seen shambling closer on uneven legs- or perhaps legs each with a different gait. It settles down onto the ground as if it had never been moving to begin with, a warm light illuminating the tiny windows of a cottage and an aromatic smoke floating out of the chimney.
When the weary travelers get closer, the door swings open and a very elderly woman glides out the front with a broom to tidy her entryway, feet seeming to never touch the ground. When she spots the party, her eyes twinkle in delight and she smiles, curling a gnarled finger toward the house. When her mouth opens, an aged voice calls out. ]
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What starts as the far-away sound of something in the brush turns into a flurry of noise and motion as whatever it is gets closer. A large shape can be seen shambling closer on uneven legs- or perhaps legs each with a different gait. It settles down onto the ground as if it had never been moving to begin with, a warm light illuminating the tiny windows of a cottage and an aromatic smoke floating out of the chimney.
When the weary travelers get closer, the door swings open and a very elderly woman glides out the front with a broom to tidy her entryway, feet seeming to never touch the ground. When she spots the party, her eyes twinkle in delight and she smiles, curling a gnarled finger toward the house. When her mouth opens, an aged voice calls out. ]
D̷͈͔̱͉̞̎̓ŏ̴̡̡̭̰̉̉ṉ̶̨̪͓̱͑̽͠ͅ'̶̢̡̯͎̤̈́̚t̴̡̡̙̺̭͉̭̘̃̋̚ ̷̩̺̤͔̆͐̓͗̕̕͝͝b̵̨̨̖̺͔̩̉͊̚ę̸̟̝̰̬͈̄̀͑ ̵͇̺̠͇̍̊̉̉͜͝͝ͅs̵̘̖̣̖͋̆̏͌̉͜͝͝h̴̘̱̠͐͆y̸̧̧̼̞̰̺͛̄͐̐͋̽͑,̴̢̖̞̪̺͍̰̜̓͌̀̀͊̕͘͝ ̶̛̛̘̬̮̗̥̤̪͉́̀̈́̚y̵͍̽͂ọ̸͍̯̰̮͓̰̲͐͗͗̅̽͝u̷̩̥̝̲̐̑̓̎̎̀͘ ̸̡͐̓̈́́͌̚̚m̴̢̧̛̂̌́̕u̷͙͊s̷̡̪͗t̵̲̾́̇̏͂͝ ̵̭̳̉̇͆b̷̹̙͔̈̀ĕ̶̹̱̜͇͚͔͂ͅ ̸̘̋͛̍̽̓̈́͝t̸̤͋̋̉̏̿ị̴̢̫̫̈́̉̅̕r̵̮̦̘̼̟̹̞͍̽e̴͈̣̼̗̲͕̋̈́͗͝d̷̥̠͒͌̆͂.̸͕͚̩̜̣̪̠͗