The two bickered between themselves as Ty looked on helplessly. His croaks and groans went unacknowledged as Steph and Eric waffled between which of the magical items to try. Were they to choose the wrong one, they all might very well end up like Ty (or worse). In the end, their choice was made for them as the door to the hut swung open. The witch sauntered in, now sporting and even-more-revealing negligee and carry a jug of wine.
"Sorry for the wait!" she announced cheerily, "but its always so hard deciding which of my statues to transform. But I think I chose well! I never imagined that stuffy old merchant and his wife would turn out tasting so sweet!"
The witch stopped and took a deep swing of the stuff, giving Ty and his companions the moment they needed to dart beneath one of the cabinets. From their new vantage point, they observed as the red-faced woman approached her little captives. There was no doubt about it: she was already tipsy. She began to explain the rules of some sort of competition, offering up her captives freedom as a grand prize, but they didn't pay it much attention as they turned towards their own matters.
"What do we do now?" Eric asked.
"I'm not sure," Steph replied. "Her statues cleaned up the mess we made, so it doesn't seem like she's noticed our escape yet. Maybe we could slip out?"
"We could, but I don't know how far we'd get being this tiny. Just getting back to the dungeon itself might take us days. Maybe we should attack her. Use her wands or talismans?"
"Not a bad suggestion, but I could also try going at her myself; I'm a lot stronger than I look thanks to that potion. If I get the jump on her, maybe I can at least knock her out?"
Ty was once again left at the mercy of his friends' decision. In the end, they...