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tola tuops retaw eht pu delwarc redips ycneew ycnee eht... Numb as her old body is to the sensations of the world, Tola appears to feel the arrival of the Rift in the very marrow of her skull. Her dry lips peel back revealing yellow teeth and gums that ooze with bacteria. A foul stench wafts as she opens her mouth and releases a wet raspy sound. "There ya'r," The raspiness of her exhalation forms into words, but only barely. "Even rocks take sustenance when they can, so they do." She continued, eye lashes blinking with languid slowness over her one 'good' eye. As an icy feeling began to migrate down her spine, Tola cocked her head to one side as if listening. Her ears, clogged with tangled bits of hair, swivelled and then seemed to lock onto something. Part of her magic was leeched from her body and then the coldness just withdrew. Tola's one cataract-covered and swollen eye suddenly bulged in its socket. "EHH???" She bleeted, spinning in a circle as fast as her aged bones would allow. Silently and stiffly, she allowed a few seconds to pass. The Rift did not return. "Yar have gotten fat on the promises of your chattle!!" She cawed accusingly as a hoard of small glowing spiders began to traipse down the center of her face, having emerged from somewhere in her forelock.