You look and see what appears to be an old vagrant woman. Her faded
brown cloak is ragged and sooty. Her face is weathered and drawn like
a raisin, and her skin has a dirty tan. She notices you looking at her
and cackles with a dry and raspy voice. For the first time, you notice
her eyes. They are a deep shade of green and seem to laugh with a
young and mischeivous light. "Hello young traveller, I have been
awaiting your arrival. This gift was sent to you by the Grand Mage of
Malus." The old woman extends her crooked arm towards you, and
opens her palm, revealing....