You step forward ever so lightly, and peek through the crack of the door. At first, you see nothing unusual, just the light shining through the window onto the bed, that bed where you read her stories so long ago.
"She's got to be taught a lesson!" A man's voice! You almost gasp, but put your hand in front of your mouth to catch your breath. "Forsaken us, she has!"
You lean your head a bit to the right, and you can see the back of a person, cloaked in black. A voice, her voice, responds, "Aye, and I have just the poison to do that." Poison? Just who are these people?
"No, old hag, we don't want to kill her. At least not right off." This is definitely not good. You know you need to do something, but what can you do?