After 10 years of oppression by the evil Galerius, Prince Alain's return has seen the rise of a new hope within Cornia. Among the most recently liberated areas of Cornia proper is an unlikely target: witch-infested swamps. Whatever it is Prince Alain sees in a soggy, foul-smelling bog filled with old hags and dangerous young witches is not your place to question, however, you have been tasked with checking in on an important member of his Liberation front who calls these dwellings her home. The eldest witch in the entire swamp: Yahna.

As expected, it is foul-smelling and humid. Flittering, nasty little bugs swarm your face every water-logged step of the way. However, the company is another story. Upon seeing your heraldry, both young and old witches are not only friendly, but take great care to safely guide you to Yahna's treetop abode. After a short climb up, you approach the entrance, and knock upon the door. A sweet and surprisingly young voice answers:

"Alain sent you, yes? The door is open, come on in."

The scent of innumerable unidentified reagents fills your senses, the warm flicker of candlelight dances upon the interior. This is witch dwellings, most certainly. But...

"Ah, that stare. Yes yes, go on, take it all in. Despite my appearances, I am in fact, the elder witch Yahna."

What stands before you is hardly what one would call a standard witch, let alone what one would call an "elder". Fair, silky-smooth skin in what can only be described as straps and squares of shimmering black cloth amongst boiled leather, a voluminous petasos adorns her head. The only thing louder than her bright green hair and green eyes are the freckles spread across her face.

She's vaguely amused.

"So, out with it. What's Alain sent you to say?"