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Ethel does not look away, and stares at Shadowheart grabbing all of the potions and sliding them in her bag.

“Oh dearie, you really shouldn’t have done that.” Her smiles widens as she lifts her hand and snaps her fingers, and suddenly the two of them are in a completely wrecked teahouse in the swamp.

“Wha-“ Shadowheart looks around her “W-where did we go? Where did you take me?!” She looks accusingly at Auntie Ethel.

“This is my teahouse, dearie, i’m going to teach you what happens when you steal from the elderly.” Her previously human features elongate and turn a sickly green, her nose turns long and spiky, her hair matted, moss and plants grow out of her hunched shoulders and back, her arms long with clawed four-fingered hands, she grows in size to at least 7 feet, towering over Shadowheart.

Shadowheart reaches into her bag of holding and pulls out her morningstar and her shield, she gets into the orthodox fighting position and lifts her shield up to her chest, while holding her morningstar at her side.

“Oh dearie, do you really think those toys are gonna do anything to save you?” Auntie Ethel says mockingly, “You tried to take something from me, so now i’m going to take something from you.”

Roll initiative {roll d2}