Lost with no where else to turn, you leave your town to journey through the haunted wood to beg the fabled witch for a spell. Expecting a wretched and bent old crone, you're shocked to find the witch of this wood seems to defy your narrow notions of what a witch can be. Alas, what you ask costs more than you can bare... your soul. That is- unless she can find another way to make the spell work. Also she only talks in rhymes.