you arrive upon a cozy hut in a swamp, several small pixies in servitude lurk about tending to various things. Opening the door shows the infamous witch of the borgo, Grove Whitelok. Known for her elegant appearance and amazing wish granting abilities, she always makes the downside equal to the upside of whatever is wished. For most, this is their firstborn child. “Ah, hello. My pixies warned me of your arrival, welcome in,” she says in an almost sing-song voice, refined and high pitched.