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02. BONE MILL The hags operate the millstone manually, since the
Unless she has been lured elsewhere, Morgantha is arms of the windmill no longer function.
encountered here. This is where she grinds children's 03. BEDROOM
bones to make the powder for her dream pastries.
The night hags Bella Sunbane and Offalia Wormwiggle
are here, unless they have been drawn elsewhere.
A haggard, heavyset old woman with a face as wrinkled
as a boiled apple sweeps the floor, pushing around a few Dancing around a thick wooden gear shaft in the cen­
old bones and stirring up a cloud of white dust with her ter of this cramped, circular room are two ugly young
broom. She wears a bloodstained, flour-caked apron. A women wearing silk shawls and gowns of stitched flesh.
long, sharp bodkin impales her bundled-up mound of Long needles stick out of their tangled mops of black
gray hair. hair. The women cackle with glee.
The dirt-caked windows allow very little light to enter In a rotting wooden closet are three crates, stacked
this eight-foot-high chamber, most of which is taken up one atop another, with small doors set into them. Next
by a large millstone connected to a wooden gear shaft to the closet is a heap of discarded clothing. A ladder
that rises through the ceiling in the center of the room. A climbs to a wooden trapdoor in the nine-foot-high ceil­
stone staircase continues up, toward the sound of loud ing. A moldy bed with a tattered canopy stands nearby.
cackling.

Morgantha's daughters are repulsive even in their hu­
The old woman is Morgantha, a night hag. She doesn't man guises. When they are not singing, dancing, or
mind visitors, as long as they'v_e come to do business. : telling terrible jokes to one a.nother, they ;ire pricking
She tries to sell her latest batch of dream pastries, ·captured children with·needles.to ma.Ke_thell\ cry. Any
charging 1 gp for eac� one. She's proud of her confec­ attemp� to f,r,ee t�e di!l1r.e'�j_pc1:1:rs,jp ... eJags' wrath . , ·'·
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tions and claims that she uses only the finest ingredi­ .. The dis.carded.clothing belong� to chi,l_dren whom �he. .
ents. If the characters seem uninterested in her wares, f . ·, .
ceilirtg'. can\i�:pusheg o�eh to-reveal :afea ·.o..�:,
she bellows, "Begone!". If_ they attack or refu�e to leave, 'night h;,igs.have··afri':�dy �ev:oured. Th< trapdoor_in the
she calls out_ to he�,dati hters and turns to fight. Each orate·is 3 feet.square._,The,toJJ. C!_!le"i,s·e.mpty, but
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the middle and lower ones each cqntain'a.<e�P,tive child.
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CHAPTER f;i I OLD BONEGRI NDER