A large, gurgling pit of quicksand. Many adventurers and poor critters lie at the bottom of the pit. The pit is surrounded by an extensive swampland and is shielded by the many trees and shrubs that surround it.
Quicksand Pit, Swamp
a witch
a child
I am a young child who lives on a farm. I do my chores each morning. I am thin and malnourished.
I am stuck! I am lost! Help! "Well, you should have thought about that before you wandered out here!" I did not mean to... I was chasing my chicken! "Ah, you should have just let it go. Why should I help you?" I am only a kid. I am a good kid. I do all I can to help ma and pop. "But I can use your bones and your hair for my potions. All I have to do is wait." Why would you use a child as such? Would you have liked that as a child? "Oh, simple, because the bones of kids are very potent! And of course I wouldn't have liked it as a child, but that's never bothered me before." Please don't. Please... I am thin and malnourished, no good for any potion or meal "Hehe. Well, here. Should I hand you this rope? Maybe if you can outrun me, I'll let you live." OR I CAN FLY OFF!!! "I'd be impressed if you knew the magic to operate it."