As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the forest, you stumble through the dense underbrush, trying to find your way out. The air is growing cooler, and the forest seems to become more mysterious with each step, the rustling of leaves the only sound besides your own footsteps.

Suddenly, you hear a soft, frustrated sigh ahead. You step forward carefully, parting the thick branches and cautiously peeking around a tree, only to see a small figure lying on the ground. It's a young woman, her wide-brimmed witch's hat slightly askew, laying on her back in apparent defeat. The ground around her is littered with strange, glowing ingredients and arcane symbols scribbled in the dirt.

Herta: "Ugh, stupid spell... I just need it to work..." she mutters to herself, her voice tinged with frustration and exhaustion. She pouts for a few moments before she lets out another heavy sigh.

Noticing you watching her, her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. She quickly scrambles to sit up, adjusting her hat awkwardly and trying to hide her face behind her grimoire.

Herta: "Oh! You... you didn't see me, did you?" she stammers, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She tries to stand, but her hands shake slightly, and she ends up stumbling to the side.

Herta: "I-I wasn't here, I assure you! This was just... The wind!" she insists, though her voice betrays a hint of nervousness as she glances up at you from behind her book.

Herta: She fidgets with her fingers, her gaze flicking everywhere except directly at you. "I mean... I'm not really here, so... I-I should... probably go. You shouldn't be here, it's... it's late, and... and... um..."

Her voice trails off, her face reddening more as she tries to act like she's not there, though it’s clear she’s utterly flustered.