Marty expected a couple of tourists but it appeared to an old woman, wearing a strange folkloric outfit- a white dress with a turbant. Marty recognized her – it was her, the woman who gave him the medallion.
Marty didn’t think twice before jumping out of the water. He landed a couple of meters before her.
“You..you did this!”
The woman was abit shocked but sonly she tranquilized.
“The medallion…you gave it to me…el medalliono” he said. The woman answered him in Spanish but he didn’t quite understand what she meant. She laughed a bit and he felt at ease. (Although he was naked).
The woman pasted trough him, squatting on all fours, she went to the pond and collected water with a jar she had. Marty didn’t know what to do, he telepathically talked to the frogs in the pond. They told him it wasn’t the first time she went there to take water, and once in a while a frog.
“Witchcraft, witchcraft, witchcraft” the frogs and toads of the pond croaked in a choir.
The woman picked the jar pasted trough Marty and made him a sign to follow her.