[h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][hr][hr]Rearden didn't know how long she had been stuck in the swamps of Hither. Part of that was a natural result of being in the Feywild; its relationship to time was less regular and linear than the Material Plane, just as a matter of course. 

The other part was that she really didn't [i]want[/i] to think about it. Technically, bogs and wetlands and such were still the domain of Eldath, and her tutors in the temple had emphasized that they were beautiful and worth of appreciation in their own right. Rearden had never really managed to internalize that lesson, though. The whole reason she had set out to wander the countryside was that she learned better by experience than through scrolls and lectures--and experience had taught her that, beautiful or not, swamps were not enjoyable places to [i]be[/i].

So when she learned the hag Bavlorna had, at last, left her hut, Rearden had wasted no time making her way over. The witch herself was too powerful, she had learned, for her to confront on her own, but her abandoned home might contain something Rearden could use--maybe even a hint to a way out of this place.

She popped up through the door of the hut, glancing this way and that. An utter mess, but no more wretched in its own way than the rest of the realm. Hard to sort out what was actually interesting from the trash, but the pool occupying most of the room seemed like a good start. 

Before Rearden could follow that train of thought too far, though, her ears pricked up, and her eyes tracked to the one open door. It appeared empty, but senses honed by training and experience told her better. She considered trying to sneak up on who--or what--ever was behind the door, but thought better of it. One of the things she had learned since waking up here was that trying to hide from the Fae was a fool's game. If the witch had left some kind of guard behind, it would be better to find out now, while she could still run back down the stairs and make her escape.

[color=3c9b01]"Um. Come out. P-please,"[/color] Her tone was tentative, but her voice carried across the room clearly enough. [color=3c9b01]"I mean no harm, and I, uh, give you my word of peace. If you do likewise, I mean."[/color]

[hider=OOC]ETA: My perception was a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28929]17[/url].[/hider]