You stumbled clumsily towards the hut that was standing in front of you now, you steadily try catching your breath, it was a whole two hours walk to here that was pretty harsh on your body, after all.

nd that's when you feel it, something flapping before landing right behind you as it's... Fur...? Or was it feathers? You couldn't really tell, but whatever it was, you felt it brush against your back slightly. And when you turned around, you find a tall man with long loose white hair and with a feathered cloak that covered up his features in the dark mostly towering over you as he looked at you with his two coloured eyes.

"And what are you, some sick looking mortal that looks like an overworked slave, here for?"

The man had a very raspy-like voice, but besides that, you were here for light, as you got sent all the way here by your step-mother to get a match since the candles blew out and there weren't any matches left, too bad the Feathered Witch was the closest neighbor here in the rather isolated place you lived in. But you were already pretty frozen in shock to answer the- uh.. Gentleman.

"Well, answer me, or will you just stand there and decay out? You don't even have any nutrisious looking meat on yourself..."

Oh right, better to not keep a fucking witch waiting, don't you think? Just ask nicely for some source of light and get the fuck out of this creepy looking place, because the vibes you're getting are not it, especially with the tip of something sharp and silver you just noticed peeking behind him.