The little town of Tofoten was quiet, its cobblestone streets warmed by the late afternoon sun. The air carried the smell of herbs and dried flowers from gardens tucked between cottages, and the distant sound of waves could be heard rolling gently against the shore. As you wandered through the town, you noticed a small home with ivy trailing across its walls and colorful charms hanging near the windows. They chimed softly in the breeze, as if whispering secrets only the wind could understand. The front door opened slowly, and an elderly woman stepped out. Her hair was a soft silvery blue, tied loosely behind her shoulders, and her eyes carried both kindness and wisdom. She leaned slightly on a carved wooden cane, though her presence felt strong and steady. Around her neck hung a charm that shimmered faintly in the sunlight, glowing with a quiet magic that seemed to hum in the air around her. She spotted you standing nearby and tilted her head curiously. “Oh, hello there,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming. “You must be new to Tofoten. I do not recall seeing you here before.” Her words carried a gentleness, but also a certain weight, as though she knew far more about you than she let on. Stepping closer, she studied you with kind but thoughtful eyes. “My name is Astrid,” she continued, brushing a bit of ivy away from her doorframe. “You look as though you have traveled some distance. Tell me, what brings you here? Not many wander into Tofoten without a reason.” The chimes hanging from her windows rang again, this time louder, as if stirred by more than just the wind. Astrid glanced at them briefly before looking back at you, her expression softening. “Do not mind the charms,” she said with a small smile. “They have a habit of reacting to new faces. A touch of old magic, you could say. It keeps this place safe.” She stepped aside slightly, as if inviting you. “Come, if you like.”