crone

the old crone lived alone in a small cottage

the village crone was known for her herbal remedies

the crone cackled as she stirred her cauldron

the crone's wisdom was sought by many in the village

the crone's voice was raspy from years of smoking

the crone foretold a great storm approaching

the crone's eyes gleamed with ancient knowledge

the crone's appearance was shrouded in mystery

the crone beckoned the weary traveler into her home

the young girl was warned to stay away from the crone's house

If, on the other hand, I turn her into a cackling old crone, she's just another pop-up bogeylady.

" Which bloody king is dead, crone" ? Lem demanded.

Well, he deserved it, the stupid old crone. He never did like me anyway. Well, even less after that.

" And one, " said the crone in the violet tokar.

They are peopled by nightmare figures, crones and paupers in rags, their mouths gaping cavities.

" That crone? Was he blind? She has teats like empty wineskins, dry and withered" .

And as you might've noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone's hump.”

" She will never reach Qarth. Benerro has seen it in his fires" . The crone smiled a vulpine smile.

The crone sniffed and turned away. " Why did you do that" ? Penny asked, in the Common Tongue.

" May the Crone guide the deliberations with her golden lamp of wisdom, " said Lady Falyse, most piously.