Before being attacked by the shape-shifters few weeks ago, we walked through the moors until an old hermit brought us to her cabin, where we’ve been staying since then.
She is an eccentric woman with odd habits. For some unknown reason she refuses telling us her name, but from the first moment she offered us a shelter and welcomed us as guests. She has provided us with clothes and food and a roof to sleep under. In return, we help her in anything she needs and have fixed some damage in her ramshackle hut.
Her hospitability is being helpful as we explore new areas of the moors and try to find out how to get our Notebook back.
