Amaya's feet stalled and she blinked, taking in the massive girth of the tree and the- obviously magically crafted- home nestled within.
"It's...certainly something," she murmured, for a moment forgetting the real urgency of their errand.
"Truly has been a while. You'd think the boy might have bothered to visit."
Amaya started and whirled around, her hand automatically flying to the jade pin in her hair. Not a very effective weapon at a distance, but the only one she had. She blinked as she saw the tiny old women who had spoken, a basket balanced on her head and her silvered hair and faded robes drenched from the rain.
"G-grandmother," she murmured on reflex, giving the witch a carefully polite bow.
"Pfft." The woman merely arched an eyebrow. "Mizaak's never visited before, I don't see why he'd start now. Something must have happened to bring you two here."