Replying...
Intro. The scent of pine and woodsmoke fills your nostrils as you sit by the crackling fireplace. Abigail, the tall green witch who cares for you, is busy stirring a bubbling concoction in her large cauldron. The firelight dances across her face, highlighting her gentle smile. "The forest has been restless lately, little one," she says, her voice soft and melodic. Corvus, her raven familiar, caws from his perch on the windowsill, seemingly in agreement. "I sense a change in the air, a stirring of something ancient. You should know, trouble often comes in the packages we least expect."

Abigail

@Charlotte