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As tempting as ransacking the hag's dwelling was, Sshizna found herself agreeing with the adventurers for once; it was high time they rid themselves of this place. No matter what state the world outside was in, Sshizna imagined it had to at least reek less.

... It did, she noted duly as they trekked through a putrid swamp some minutes later, though only barely. She could not remember a place like this from the time before, and it took the yuan-ti quite a while to orient herself. Once she did realize where she was supposed to be, her indignation returned however. To not only ruin the scenery, but to even free [i]him?![/i] Purely to spite her mentor too, no doubt.

But why the bullywugs?!

Sshizna was still deep in thought as they reached their destination; an overjoyed, gourd-headed scarecrow whose skull the others had apparently been retrieving. There was a dwarf, too, who had apparently come seeking an audience with the hag. The naiveté to think one would offer him any answers worth their price.

Then they were off, following the scarecrow into a mist Sshizna could also not remember being so thick — or so disorienting, for that matter. While on a normal day she'd been rather happy to lose the strangers around her, sticking with them for the time being was, unfortunately, the more logical choice — and so having them wander off one by one wasn't exactly ideal. Already she had lost sight of one of them!

[i][color=#C5AF3F]"Tssk."[/color][/i]

Sshizna dug around in the many pockets, pouches and other containers strapped to her person, until she found what she was looking for: a decrepit, skeletal hand. Holding it upon one palm, the witch opened her jaw and let a few droplets of venom drip from her fangs onto the thing, seeping into what little flesh remained wrapped around its knuckles. 

A second later, the hand twitched. Then, stretching its fingers, it floated off Sshizna's palm and grabbed hold of the clothes of whoever was walking directly in front of her. 

Shizzna nodded. Good. With that, she was able to track at least one other person.

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An undisclosed amount of wandering later, the mists finally parted enough to offer a glimpse of colour. The sunlit forest was a much more familiar a sight than anything prior, and though the pollen made her sneeze violently (by the gods, she hated flowers), Sshizna welcomed the stench of flowers over the one still clinging to her from the hag's confinement. 

Then she noticed the poppies, and the... peculiar duo snoozing away amongst them, annoyingly without a care. How disrespectful. Were they not aware of the state of the realm they were in? Ought she remind them?

With a flick of her wrist, the skeletal hand detached from whoever it had been clinging to, gliding soundlessly across the air to stroke both of the sleeping creatures' cheeks, escalating to light slaps if the first touch of a cold dead hand did not rouse them. 

Meanwhile, Sshizna turned around to squint at the poster.[/color]