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[ If Somnus has anything to say on the topic of his height (or lack thereof) as a not giant suit of armor... he doesn't show it.

Fortunately for them, and as if on cue, they find the cows. Most are thin, wasting away in their pasture despite ample amounts of green around them. Perhaps the curse has made their appetite vanish, ensuring a miserable existence. They are not here to determine the origins of the curse, but merely to undo it.

Somnus steps towards the corral to inspect the animals. ] Should this curse extend to the other livestock, or to fields themselves... Very few will survive this winter.

[ He turns to face her. ]

It is your time, fledgling witch.