Once the smoke cleared and he could see clearly again Scrooge found himself in an unfamiliar cabin, the sounds of water shifting, toads croaking and crickets chirping did nothing to ease his nerves and he saw the witch LaQuack's wicked and icy gaze on him.
"Where are we!?" He demanded. She just laughed coldly. "Right now you're my cabin, or is your eye sight failing you." She quipped.
He looked around for a weapon and instead found a large, duck-shaped mass behind him, holding his cane.
"What is this monstrosity?!" Scrooge took a step back from the towering, earthen duck monster. Rochelle laughed. "That 'monstrosity' as you call him, is my golem, or my cameraman, or whatever I need him to be."
She watched Scrooge attempt to get his cane back from the golem with amusement for a few minutes before raising a hand.
"Alright now, enough fun and games… for now." She said coldly and Scrooge froze in place, turning to face her, expression not betraying in the least how afraid he actually was. "What do you mean by that?" Rochelle laughed wickedly again. "I'm gonna make sure DeSpell has plenty of fun with you when she sees you again."
Before Scrooge could do anything Rochelle raised her arms and chanted a spell, all the while her ice cold eyes bore down on him. When she was finished he stood still as a statue, his expression blank.
"Now, take your cane from the golem." Her smile darker as Scrooge did what she said without a word. "Good… now, take a swing at him." Scrooge did as instructed and the golem blocked the swing with a grunt. Rochelle cackled wickedly and beamed in dark anticipation. "Oh, yes… DeSpell will have lots of fun with you…"