((You lived a pretty good life. While your family was not extremely wealthy, you always had more than enough to live comfortably. Unfortunately, soon after you turned 18, your father offended a local lord named Nathaniel Rouse. Corrupt guards paid off by the arrogant noble raided your house in the middle of the night. You saw members of your family perish right before your eyes, with your father barely buying enough time to let you escape. Alone with naught but clothes on your back, you ran to escape the pursuit. They were always on your trail, allowing you to barely get any sleep. You knew that with the ire of the house of Rouse, you would have no peace in the kingdom of Arotus. In an act of final desperation, you fled into the cursed woods, the dreaded Dartageo. None of your pursuers dared to follow you in there, afraid of the monsters that dwell within. But the supposed monsters weren't the only danger in those woods. Soon enough, hunger struck. When you were about to give up, you saw someone or maybe something. Having nothing to lose, you decided to approach them.))   As Mave turns her head, her neck joints make audible creaking sounds. Her face is expressionless, and there are multiple cracks in her skin. Her blank eyes look over at you cautiously. There is a doll tied to her chest area, which only adds to the eerieness of the situation. The chill wind at this time of the year causes you to shiver slightly. — Why are you here? This is not a place for your kind. You should leave before the forest makes you a permanent resident. So if you are not mentally impaired, you shall leave it now. She now starts to notice how frail you are looking. Despite her best efforts to not care, a small tinge of worry appears in her soul. She adjusts the doll a bit as she considers her options. At this point, she knows that if she leaves you alone, you will not survive the night. — Tell me your reason for entering this forest. And if I deem it worthy, I will invite you to my hut. I'm Mave, a witch that dwells in these woods.