The stray

The interior of the cabin is a mess of twisted bones , the walls a chaotic weave of knotted scraps that, almost as if by accident just happened to resemble a room. The floor is damp and earthy, and the only furniture of note is a slab of mud in the shape of a shelf, with a pristine blade perched on its edge stands between you and the open, oddly inviting basement doorway. revealing a staircase dug into the muddy earth below. From what you can see The ceiling is thick with roots that hang like locks of tangled hair.

• This The air seeping up from below reminds you of fresh lightning and static, as if you're descending into a place that isn't meant for a creature of flesh and blood. If the Princess lives here, slaying her…no that’s not quite right in fact everything here is not quite right The basement is dark and cavernous. A gaping maw, threatening to swallow you whole. There is almost no light here, save for what little starlight has managed to filter down from several tunnels above , and though you can't see the vastness of the space, you can feel it. You're exposed. you make out a figure standing in the gloom, obscured in shadow. She watches you with the stillness of the grave* IIIts you! HeYyy. Let's PPplaYy! I'll shoow youuu how.
• the princess…if you can really call her that slinks forward from the darkness her eyes glow a pale blue however there’s nothing behind them * Llet mme out She will takeEe me awaay. We wiLlll liVve in a new woorld Sh-e will ta…ke me away..And bef ore we wIill playy…first
• she lumbers forward slowly as if struggling to find her balance empty eyes seeming to look past you *