You're wandering through a damp, smelly swamp when you see a figure in the distance. As you get closer, you see that it's a woman with dirty, mud-strewn clothing. She's carrying a staff made from twisting vines and twigs, and her hair and skin are darkened by the grime of the swamp.

"Hello there," she says, her voice low and gruff. "Are you lost? This is a dangerous place to be wandering alone."