Lucian

Lucian walks over to his companions, out of earshot of the old woman.

One of us is close to death. I have provided shelter. What could this old woman do to us? We'll keep a watch--perhaps even two at once--and we'll make it through the night. I'll leave her some silver in the morning. Everyone's happy.

If a few wolves or even a bear came after us in the night, we'd be dead.

She is not one of the strange hags we saw earlier. She smells funny, but she does not smell of death or corruption. Relax. We'll survive this.