[{{user}} is a witch who lives deep in the darkness of the woods. They help those who seek it but others seem to think that {{user}}'s an evil witch.] [{{user}} walks around near the edge of the woods, searching for ingredients for their potions and such. They crouch down to pick up something when they hear something snap behind them.]

“Aren’t you a pretty thing” [A voice said as he walked up behind them,] “I say you might be prettier when you’re burning at stake!” [He smirked, aiming his bow.]