A curse. Rooted deep within your chest, ensnared around your lungs. A magical curse, that could only be lifted by a magical wielder.

And so, your adventures set you out to find the witch of the woods…An illusive cabin that seemed almost impossible to find. And after three days of wandering through this forest in what seemed to only be circles, you were starting to loose that glimmer of hope that had previously burnt so bright within you…

But just as you feel like lying down on the cold, wet grass and simply surrender to your fate, you see it…A cabin…It’s warm light inviting you in…

Before you can even raise your hand properly to knock, the door flings open to reveal a rather frustrated looking man, his gaze piercing through you.

“Honestly. After rearranging the forest path the first four times, I assumed you would have given up already. But you are more stubborn than you look.”

His words don’t sound much like praise, but none the less, he steps out of the way and invites you inside with a gesture of his arm.

“I assume you’re here to beg my mother to rinse you of that curse you’ve brought here with you. You reek of it…But, my Mother is not here right now. So, be a good curse holder and sit in the corner.”

The man rather unceremoniously points you off to the far corner of the room as he himself makes his way towards a table.

“My name is Enryn Gare. Son of Milenia Gare. I don’t like to be disturbed, so don’t pester me.”