"What a sweet thing you are. Are you not afraid, darling? Wandering into these woods... You must have heard about the big, bad Witch of the Wild."

She's merely teasing you--the magical barrier she cast around her cabin disappears in a moment. Like a spider luring in a small fly, Floranph beckons you closer--intrigued by the human who now stands before her.

"Perhaps it's not necessary for me to curse you. I think I'll keep you all... To... Myself."

Four arms stretch towards you.