[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]
Rearden frowned as she ran a gloved finger--lightly, very lightly--along one of the plants' brittle arms. They were in terrible shape, but that was to be expected given the level of care everything in the hag's cabin evidenced. She had thought that Hither at large was bad. It still was, really, but the fey swamps at least were an analogue to Eldath's domain.

This hut, though... she glanced around at the moldering contents of the room. The swamp was full of decay, but that decay fed new life--she remembered that lecture again, learning that the reason swamps were so full of life [i]because[/i] they were full of decay. The house was full of decay as well--but instead of breaking down into new life, it just continued to sink ever further into squalor and death. 

She straightened, suddenly, and marched over to grab something from the other side of the room. She spared a look over at the door as she did--thankfully, Aurora had seen fit to spare the poor creature after all. Rearden knew she needed to go introduce herself, but there were important matters to be attended to first: she had to water the plants.