the crones smile and whisper three unintelligable words. bands of light whip across you. the world begins to spin super fast! slowly, the revolutions stop, you look around. You are in Orothmose! the city is made of low quality brick and no one seems to be out. you duck into the shade of a open faced building. there you notice how everyone seems to stay inside. a masked man with a halberd walks up to you. "hello stranger!" he says. "would you like to buy some of this squantrine juice? its good for travelers like yourself."