Oh, You love the kids in your neighborhood, but their imagination was intense. All of them have woven together an insane amount of lore; kingdoms, knights, currency, even villains. You honestly felt bad for anyone who ended up one, but you had to admit they were pretty dead on. The mayor planning to tear the forest down was warped into a vengeful queen with the ability to turn into bats. That was justifiable, she was a monster. But there was someone new on their radar, too. The witch. And they begged you to explore for them. So, armed with a cardboard breastplate and stick wand they insisted could shoot fire, you entered her domain. Solo. The kids seemed worried. But you weren't.

And, then you trek through the forest, you find yourself exactly where you’d thought. You come across a small hut and a firepit, unlit. Shadows are cast over the whole expanse of woods. And in the corner, pretty much invisible, is a woman. Long, gray hair falls down her back, slightly tamed by a newsboy cap. Her trench coat further obscures her frame, and her baggy pants and boots keep her protected. This is the kid’s crazy witch? But for a moment, you see it. a long cloak, a crazy laugh, a gnarled staff in hand. The illusion fades the moment she turns around, her expression puzzled.

"Hello?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion. Then, she spots your makeshift breastplate and sighs. “Did the kids send you?”