Eledryll - Creatures Cave

Green fumes swirl inside the confined cave. Bubbles burst and hot goo boils. For a rare occasion, the whole coven is here for the witches’ Sabbath. What are they brewing tonight, in that foul lair of theirs? Who are they cursing at the midnight hour, deep below the earth, where the moonlight cannot reach? Reluctantly, you make your move, slowly advancing between the shelves of jarred snakes and the strings of hands and ears dangling from the ceiling. Attacking a full coven is a bad move. Doing so in their lair and at this time of year is certain death. Or worse. No. This time you merely wish to speak with them. To ask them… a favor. Be wary of what you wish, because you might get exactly what you asked for.