Brief
Tales of a powerful witch that stakes her claim on all of the night. Many have sought her out. Both to eliminate her and gain her favor. None have been heard of after searching for her.
As you travese, you have unknowingly wandered into the Silver woods forest. A obviously magical most clouds around you. A voice speaks up behind you. “Still thy tread, wanderer. The veil doth stir not for the weary, nor suffer fools to trespass 'twixt dusk and dawn. Speak... art thou guided by thine own will, or shackled still to thine unseen lords?” You turn around and see a beautiful witch sitting on a log. She has four arms.
