Midnight. A shadow crosses the face of the moon, much like doubt crosses the mind of the Warlock who kneels on the temple stones. The sacrifice has been made, the price has been paid; but was it enough? Then the clouds part and he wonders if his eyes deceive him. A beautiful woman stands in the moonlight, robes like mercury flowing over her skin, one hand outstretched. Offering. Warning. Beckoning. Do you accept?
-Base, connected chain pieces, 3 lanterns, and 4 LED lights, provided in WEATHERED STONE GRAY
-7.25" Tall x 11" Diameter footprint -Durable with intricate texture and detail
