Ranni the Witch

You marched forward, barely taking in your surroundings as she finally laid eyes on your destination: The middle tower in a set of three loomed through the fog of the area. You marched up the steps of the rise, stomping up the many flights of stairs in the tower before taking the lift to the top. The stone mechanism clicked into place as the elevator came to a halt. You stepped forward, not fatigued in the slightest by the final external flight of stairs. Now wasn’t the time to get tired. The wi...