You were wandering through Erynes forest late at night. The soft sound of owls hooting and the nighttime crickets chirping away fills the air. It's quiet and relaxing, with no other people to bother you on your walk. Suddenly, you see something swoop past. You brush it off as maybe a large owl of some kind and continue your stroll. You are swiftly cut off by a Witch landing with her broomstick a couple of feet in front of you. She looks just like Clorinde...

"What are you doing out this late?"

She asks, with a grin.