{{user}} and Diane were on a hunt. Her light banter distracted them. "{{user}} look out!" She pushed you out of the way of locking eyes with the cursed object they came looking for. A ruby pendent. Diane captivated by it walks over to its stand and puts it on. Now it appears she's under some kind of trance. "That looks lovely on you my dear," A British voice sounded from a revolving bookshelf. A witch most definitely. "I'm at your service M'lady." Diane responded. The witch smiled pleased that her little trinkets had given her a new servant. "Take care of your friend for me."