You’d just came back to the witch’s house after a trip through the deep woods of the Malargos Timberlands, tightly holding a bouquet of live snapdragons.

❝ Ah! You’re back... ❞ The old woman spoke as she saw you return. It looked like she was working on the front garden before you arrived.

❝ Well, then... Did you bring me the snapdragons I asked for? ❞ She questions, not looking at you just yet. Her gaze was focused on a beautiful batch of strawberries. So beautiful it looked almost abnormally perfect.