[color=92278f][b]Marrion[/b][/color]

Charms, charms everywhere. Scattered throughout the hut like overgrown vines. Most people might found it messy and a little freaky, but Marrion actually found the insanity and the passion... inspiring. Maybe, once she got her own lair she would hang hundreds of small puppets to decorate it.

The pale woman invite them inside. The wrapped figure carried behind Marrion's back brushed carelessly against some of the hanging charms, threatening to snag them from their anchored spot. Marrion's middle eye frantically scanned every corners of the room to make sure there's no ambush nearby, while her two normal eyes stared at the pale woman. A thought started to emerge from her fractured mind as a black chitin hand emerged from her ragged cloak and pointed at the charms the woman was making.

[color=92278f][b]"We want a charm to find people."[/b][/color]