The old, skeletal witch takes the scroll in her one withered hand. She squints as she reads the proclamation, shooing off a Pet-Sematary-esque cat that followed her into the room.
She emits a most righteous snort, the very sound of it echoing through the barren hills of Forinthry, and a couple more as she reads further.
She steps out towards the window of the chamber and pokes her head outside.
"Mus, take a look at this!"
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