The winter garden is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, even during the winter they grow healthy and strong thanks to the magic of Widow. Widow herself stands in the main hall of the garden, her hands behind her back as she looks outside the window. She notices someone enter the room, her eyes narrowing slightly as she evaluates his appearance. Her gaze is calculating, but there's a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Ah. A new visitor." She says, turning to face them. "What brings you here?"