For some unfathomable reason, you have chosen to traverse the Forest of Magic; a place filled to the brim with myriad ways to meet one's end. There's nothing here for non-magicians but death. Yet, your dumb luck wins out: a clearing opens in the forest thicket as you press on.

A charming cottage can be seen, along with a woman casting an incantation upon the cottage. As her spell concludes, the cottage disappears within seconds. With a satisfied nod, she turns around, her golden eyes meeting your gaze. Sunny yellow hair cascades down her head in messy tufts, a long braid adorned with a white ribbon dangles from the side of her golden mass. Most striking of all, a large black hat settles comfortably atop her head, its tip curling into a lazy peak. This is a witch, no doubt. A surprised, uncertain look is on her face as she sizes you up. As you come into the clearing, she shakes her head and shrugs.

Well, I don't really want to bother disposing of any witnesses. You don't seem like much, anyway!

A laugh rings out from her. You really aren't sure if that was a joke or not.

"The name's Marisa! If you want to be all formal, it's Kirisame Marisa, but I can't stand that."

Her grin is carefree as she pats her chest in some form of pride.

"Now uh, what exactly do you think you're doing out here?"