[IC] New Crobuzon & the World Beyond

[GM Marvel]

As Crozar is helping the old lady pack up her stuff, it will ask her, "I assume your tractor is a torque impact, or was it original a thaumaturgical construct that was then changed after you appeared here?  Additionally how much of your farm was moved with you?  The other people we have encountered here that were brought here in some way just brought themselves and the equipment they were carrying.  You are the first person we have met that brought their entire home with them."

The old woman leads Ning and Crozar into her old dilapidated hut.  Inside they find her residence appears to be quite lived in and there's a strong scent of something sweet boiling in a covered pot in the hearth.  "I'm sorry for the mess," she says with a chuckle. "I don't exactly entertain visitors very often, unless you count the Plough or Whiskers, over there."  She taps on an old bird cage that houses a rather large rat with piercings in it's ears.  It sniffs the air then continues sharpening its teeth on the wire bars.  "Whiskers is in a time out!  He got into some of my edible flowers I was making into a salad.  At least his droppings smell better!"  

"The plough came to life about a week after I arrived," She says to Crozar's question. "The Torque storm took about an acre and a half of my land.  Except for the damage around the perimeter, there was no real damage to the actual property.  It was like someone carefully scooped up my land and gently placed it in this mountain.  But I tell ya, the ride was anything but careful or gentle.  The storm spun me around so violently, my knickers were full by the time I landed.  My animals weren't to pleased, either!"

While she opens a cupboard and begins pulling some crude clay jars off the shelves to arrange them on a rickety old table, you both spot what you'd expect from an old woman's home.  There's lots of little Knick-knacks around the home with a couple of comfy chairs in front of a burning hearth with something boiling in a covered pot inside.  You believe that's where the sweet smell was coming from.  There's a bed in the corner with a little table beside it.  A wash tub leans against a wall and 3 buckets of water that was likely collected from the river.  She's finished arranging the pots and removes the lids so you can see various biscuits and cookies.  "I suppose these are the least perishable food I have right now.  I'll need to go down into the cold cellar to gather a few of my jams to go with them."  lifting up a rug, she exposes a door in the wooden floor.  With a groan she opens it and reveals a wooden staircase descending into the ground.  Cracking her back she grumbles, "I'll be right back."  She then hobbles down the stairs to retrieve her preserves.

[Stopping here for a moment to allow either of you to do or say something.]