Jirel will sidestep the attack. Channeling frustration, her honey eyed pupils will dilate, then contract into vertical slits as she enters a rage. With a huff, the barbarian will lash out at Thora with a burst of wild energy. 

Bonus action: Rage

Axe 1: 21 Damage: 8 + 2
Axe 2: 7 Damage: 5 + 2 

Jirel's attacks shatter the doll's body. Falling harmlessly out of the eye sockets in the doll's head are the mirror and the blue gem that it was using for eyes.

Sera glares down at the doll's remains, keeping a tight grip on her glaive. "I'm not touching that thing."

Rose stands there for a moment when the doll shatters, saddened that it had to come to this. She moves slowly to inspect the blue gem and mirror that had fallen out of the toy.

Arcana(?): 6

You can't tell what the mirror is for, but as you inspect the gem, you see the horrified face of a young girl in it.

Rose looks to the mirror briefly before setting it back down in the snow (unless someone wanted to inspect it themself), and looks down to the gem with a frown on her face. After a minute or so of contemplation she looks to Jirel, her bangs parted just enough for the barbarian to see somber filled eyes. "Jirel," She extends out her hand with the gem. "Please... Destroy this thing."

"Great T'Vauz.." Jasun whispers. "What other horrors await us."

Jirel will accept the gem from Rose, first confused at the ask, but then seeing her eyes, she’ll nod. Complying to the request, the barbarian will place the gem on the hardest surface she could find and with a great swing of her great axe, bring the large blade crashing down on it. 

The gem shatters under your greataxe and from the shattered pieces, you see a wisp linger for a moment, before ascending.

"Be at peace, child. Thus ends your torment." Jasun whispered, watching it ascend.

As time seems to pause with the presence of the whisp, Jirel could feel the angry emotions fade into somber peace for the child. Her pupils will dilate and contract back to their natural state. 

Sera watches the wisp go, her dark expression remaining. "Jadwiga." She says the word like a curse.

 Zaf forewent further watch of spirit's ascent to turn on Sera with a head canted to the side. "Jade ******?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious and slightly off-putting in his incandescent form. "Is that what you call what just happened? The girl? Or the strange hut? I do apologize if the subject is a touchy one. But as you seemed upset, I thought-..." He trails off there, and awkwardly looks to the ground.

Jasun looks at Sera curiously. This one seemed more annoyed than the rest, not to mention he did not know the word she used to describe the troubled spirit.

"Well." he said, brushing off his hands. "Shall we press on?" he asked, a sparkle in his eye.

"Jadwiga. Winter witches," Sera explains, eyes still narrowed. "From Irrisen, they're descendants of Baba Yaga...the hut was the giveaway." She jerks her head at the hut. "You'll find them all along Irrisen's borders. They're ******* terrifying, they've each got a doll like that who comes to life and hunts intruders. Being hunted through the snowy mountains by a shrieking doll...it's a special kind of terror." The woman shivers slightly. "And I have no idea what the hell the jadwiga are doing, sending one this far south. But it's bad news. Very, very bad news, for everyone here. The doll thing? That's their bread and butter. They can do much, much worse." Sera shakes her head.

Jasun listens to the explanation curiously. "I shall never look at a doll the same way, then, I suppose. Still. Good to know. At some point when we rest I must communicate all of this to my..superior." he said vaguely, with just the slightest tint of annoyance.

The request may have been stange to the others, but it was what Rose felt needed to be done to help the child. Thankfully, that feeling was correct, and she watches quietly as the wisp ascends. "Rest well now. May Ioun protect you on your journey." She whispers to herself, her hands both clasping around her amulet. With a breath, her hands fall back to her sides, listening to Sera explain just what did this to the poor girl.

"Just what do they get from doing this to a poor child?" Rose asks quietly, her gaze going from Sera to the hut. "... Is it safe to go inside?"

"They get a guard dog," Sera says grimly before shrugging. "No idea if it's safe. I've never been inside one."

Jirel would try mouthing the word Jadwiga to herself, wondering if she'd even able to say it right out loud. Yahwiga. Jahdigwa. Jagwag. Even after hearing Sera say it a couple times now, it was still strange. It did not come naturally to her tongue, and perhaps that was for the better. This was no magic that warmed her soul or made her feel empowered. It was dark, and cold.

Seeing the glint in Jasun's eyes, hearing Rose's curiosity and Sera's confession of never being inside one of these huts, she'll break her silence. "Shall we then?" The goliath will roll her shoulders back, look to Zaf with a nod, and proceed to lead the way in the direction they wish to go.

Area N

A cold wind blows through the valley, bringing a spray of sleet and broken ice. The sky ahead roils with thick, gray clouds and the sun is only a dim glow somewhere in the mist. You also see a giant weasel that Rose recognizes as matching the description of the one in the hunter's book. It is also slightly wounded.