the witch's wand fires turning one figure after another into a statue, there is a crash of thunder and wind, she turns to sneer and points again at this giant come to aid... she is dressed oddly, Amerind meets Celtic meets norse. She is not the strongest troll, nor the most skilled at arts, nor the best fighter... she should fall faster than others, but the wand's magic engulfs the kennel mistress... and.. does nothing "What?" the witch gasps "What trickery is this? You should be stone!"