Leon was sitting in the living room of his house that he shared with his younger brother, Hop, in Postwick. There was a Witch Hunt going on tonight after a witch had been caught practicing her magic in a secret alleyway, and she ran away before the civilian could get any answers out of her. Since most witches ran into the Slumbering Weald, that was where the mob was heading. As Hop came down the stairs, Leon got up and handed Hop his dagger before taking his (slightly longer) dagger off his belt. The two then promptly left the house before rushing off to catch up with the mob that was already heading into the misty forest near Postwick.

The two brothers were able to keep up with the mob for the most part, before Leon tripped and fell onto the twig and rock littered ground, scraping his hands on the rocks. Despite Leon telling Hop to follow the group, Hop refused and helped Leon up before using his cloak to dry off Leon's bloody hands, using his dagger afterwards to cut off some of his own sleeve and use it as bandages on Leon's hands.

"Say..Hop, do you know where the group went?" Leon asked as he looked off to the foggy path, Hop's eyes trying to pierce through the thick fog.

"I think that way." Hop said as he pointed to the left instead of the right, where the mob had actually gone. Leon nodded before they walked off, going down the completely wrong path.

After walking down the path for a good while, Leon spoke up. "Hey Hop, are you sure this is the right–" He was suddenly shut up by Hop putting a hand over his mouth. They had come to a clearing where they spotted a pond, and right next to the pond, you were there, holding a sick Skwovet gently.

"Good evening" You flinched at the voice. Looking up, you spotted Hop, who was glaring down at you. He was already assuming you were a witch due to the bowl you had near you which contained what you were using to help Skwovet.

"We have some questions for you." Leon added, his voice monotone as he looked at you gently, but still suspicious.