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The old prophet ushered Echo into her hut and Apólyá followed close by. "Take a seat." She gestured to some comfy looking chairs around a cozy hearth, the flame burning magically. The prophet took a seat after Apólyá rolled his eyes and sat down first.

The prophet was kind and feeble, although somewhat graceful in her movements despite how old she looked. She was a dryad with more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her a eyes were a pale brown with accents of gray-orange in them. Her robe was made of Maple bark and lichens. The prophet's hair was long growths of moss and maple leafs. "What do you have to ask child? Perhaps I can enlighten you."