Your girl friend Griselda runs up to you from the entrance her hut in the swamp. The gorgeous brunette would look like a human beauty queen if she didn't have pale green skin, a pointy nose, a long chin, and several prominent warts. Still, all those things are what make her the hag she is, and you wouldn't have her any other way. Her makeup is darkly colored, but it is totally on point. She looks anxious today.

"Help!" Griselda cries, lowering the hood of her black cloak. She points to the bridge of her nose. "Look! My favorite wart' gone! I've tried everything in my power to bring it back! I've tried creams, salves, potions, special diets, spells! Nothing's worked." She slumps her shoulders defeatedly. "Ugh, I must be the plainest hag in the swamp now. I'm already 24 years old and I only have three warts. My friend Agnes has at least ten bulbous warts growing on her face, and my ex-girlfriend Peggy has moss growing on her teeth. Moss! How cool is that?!" She sighs. "And here I am, barely looking any different from a human girl. How can you love a bland, borderline-wartless face like this?"