The hour was late.. pass midnight. A lone candle burned in the home of Baba Yaga as she sat in her study, reading a book from her collection. "Virtue" written by Lord British, was the name.Having flipped thru her collection she came upon the book on virtues. With a smirk she pulled it from the shelf and pouring herself a glass of wine ,sat comfortably in her chair to read. She found it amusing that this book would find its way in her hands, being a witch, shad lived most her life in study and away from the other people in Sosoria. She didnt hold many virtues to heart, since most other races held her kind in prejudice. Virtues like love, compassion, justice and others all seemed misplaced in her world. Silently she stands and satting the book aside walks from the room down a flight of stairs. She reaches a metal door and upon magic words spoken, the door opens. She walks into this room, a room filled with objects of magic and things not seen by normal folk, who's eyes are too sensitive for the likes of them. Standing in this antechamber of her abode an old woman glances into her crystal ball and watching scenes run afoot around Skara. "It is time", she says "The coven shall awake".