[Toby takes this chance to do something with conjuring and supplies she was already carrying. She sluices tainted blood and various scratches and tiny punctures off with a vinegar-y solution, using techniques she's picked up from Wilders. She looks like a Dragon but doesn't have any of their unusual susceptibility to Cwyld; between her thick skin and regenerative abilities, if she goes for preventative care now then she won't have to make any hard decisions about treatment.
Meanwhile, further into the forest there's nothing to observe but some insects attracted by the light and bats attracted by the insects. Other wildlife has gone quiet in the vicinity, even the crashing of deer and the hooting of owls no longer audible.
There is, however, a repetitive tchktchk-tchk-tchk-tchktchk back towards the party in the walls. Too high pitched for Toby, probably right at the upper edge for frequencies Geralt can pick up. It might take a moment to find the source, since the Cwyld-stuff coats it utterly and it's so still, just outside of the light the Witches carry, but it'll get easier to see where to look. One of the Witches who'd been looking back at Toby and Geralt has stopped looking and steps forwards, face slack, hands empty at her sides.
Incidentally, ever imagine a sword-nosed bat semi-upright and the size of a human?]
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Meanwhile, further into the forest there's nothing to observe but some insects attracted by the light and bats attracted by the insects. Other wildlife has gone quiet in the vicinity, even the crashing of deer and the hooting of owls no longer audible.
There is, however, a repetitive tchktchk-tchk-tchk-tchktchk back towards the party in the walls. Too high pitched for Toby, probably right at the upper edge for frequencies Geralt can pick up. It might take a moment to find the source, since the Cwyld-stuff coats it utterly and it's so still, just outside of the light the Witches carry, but it'll get easier to see where to look. One of the Witches who'd been looking back at Toby and Geralt has stopped looking and steps forwards, face slack, hands empty at her sides.
Incidentally, ever imagine a sword-nosed bat semi-upright and the size of a human?]