He lives in the middle of a deep dark wood, his little hut surrounded by darkness. No one dare enter the wood, tales tell of an evil witch. Many a stray traveller has entered the wood, never to return. Faint scream can be heard coming from deep within the wood.The woods are thick and dense, it is easy to become lost. Nearby argonian farm workers tell of how "witchly cackles" can be heard during the night streams of red and blue fireworks can be seen in the distance (above the wood). One man in the village complains of how one night a "witch" greeted him in his sleep. The witch wore a long black cloak, a vail covering his face. He said that in certain lights he could almost see the witchly face, all "narled and crooked". The witch opened up a small bag and was just about to reveal its contents when he woke up, sweating violently...
