Staring at the utter hand he sees dried and brittle The Dread Mage can smell its scent in the air adn cant help but get a tingle in his fangs. A Slitherly voice comes from the room... no source can be seen. TIll the Mage gets up his Dark comforting corner

My good friend,
Seems you are indeed on a quest.
A suggestion? Perhaps sleep till you reach this island should be in order? you cannot be scared of water if you cannot see it. I am sure the lovely Lady Lemac, will keep you safe on your endeavor.

As for the origin of the hand... mmmm... My nose tells me troll or hill giant... They both crisp the same way...
It could be the scent of the troll on the hill giant hand or visa-versa.
Smells lovely it does...
If you wish that sleeping potion I can make it quite easily, or even lay it upon you with a spell or enchanment while your on the boat, youll sleep when your no longer in the boat you awaken. slightly spell adjustemnts tis all...

sniffs the dead hand once more

Mmmm... nothing like barbeque :D :evil
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