You were deep in Thieves' Den. The winding paths of forests mixed with grasslands were very confusing for those who didn't know them well. Whether purposely or not, you'd gotten lost. The path you walked on went through a cherry grove, the light pink petals falling through the air and covering the ground very prettily. Sitting beside one of the trees was Witchbrew. They hadn't noticed you, absorbed in whatever they were reading. They looked much calmer than they usually were.