[h3]Lissa[/h3]

Lissa, perhaps, might have gotten some amusement out of the remaining campfire discussion among the Krysa, but she was long gone by the time they had finished. With an obvious solution to simply avoid the marked trees, she had a more obvious path forward. Finding the Yaga necromancer’s abode, then, became more or less child’s play with her charm as a guide, the trinket heating up as she passed by certain wards or illusions. 

It wasn’t before long that she arrived at a clearing with a quaint little cabin in the center of it all. 

For the home of a supposed dark magician, it looked downright comfortable and welcoming compared to what the Raam had been expecting. Still, she approached its door with some apprehension. Before she moved to knock on the door, she caught on to some words from inside. Had one of the ratfolk made it to the cabin before her? She couldn’t help but to briefly eavesdrop, but nonetheless, she rapped her knuckles against the door, before announcing her presence in a more vocal manner. 
[b]
“Hello? Am I interrupting something?”[/b]