[a weird doll positioned right at the entrance to greet visitors (trespassers?) should be enough to discourage them from going further into the house, but it only serves to pique Mòrag's curiosity. the doll is old, but not quite as caked in dust as everything else. someone put it there. someone had been here.

her eyes sweep the floor for footprints as Pyra reads the note.

footprints... oh.]

Footsteps. The more steps we take, the more footprints we leave behind. [Mòrag narrows her eyes at the doll for a moment before looking to Pyra, mouth pressed in a thin line.] Indeed, I would assume it's a deterrent. Would you heed this warning, or continue onwards?

[Mòrag obviously isn't going to back down, but she'll let Pyra decide here.]