Your situation changes.

As you stand there, trying to figure out what to do with an extremely well-fucked Dana, you hear a faint tune carried on the breeze...could it be? Yes! Yes it is! You hastily wrap Dana in a cloak of leaves, enough to keep her hidden to the casual eye, and sprint off through the dense woods. Or rather, you hobble slightly faster than normal, kicking up small tufts of dirt in your haste.

Your "speed" pays off as you come across a river winding through the forest, on the other side lies a dirt path. A woman, possessed of an enticing physique yet not so curvy as Dana, walks the path humming softly to herself. She looks to be in her mid-thirties and there is a certain air of experience about her, though it could just be the black garb and witches hat. She is quite tall for a human, raven hair cascading down to her mid-back, and she carries a small wand in her delicate hands.

Oooh boy...this was...problematic. You were practically required to attack a spell-caster, on her own, far inside the Deepwood. She'd be easy XP! Which of course meant that there was definitely more to this woman than met the eye. Your suspicions are confirmed when an imp flies out of the bushes, dagger at the ready. The witch barely acknowledges his presence, giving the wand an idle flick. He doesn't even make it within melee range. The green spark that hits him in the chest disintegrates him before he can even look surprised.

Yikes. This might be out of your league. You have no way of knowing just how powerful this witch is, for all you know she might just be passing through on her way to slay a dragon. Single-handedly. Well...you've outsmarted your enemies before. Maybe you can figure something out...