You approach the house in the woods, the tall trees of cedar, pine and aspen casting a dappled effect on the forest floor. You knock, waiting for an answer. The woman greets you, her lined face upturning in a smile as she invites you in. You walk into the witch's home, expecting to see the dark and macabre. Instead you're greeted to a room draped in drying herbs and freshly watered plants, the pleasant smell of sage and cloves drifting through the air. The kindly woman offers you a seat, and you accept, watching as she prepares a glass of white wine, the bottom filled with fresh berries. She takes the seat opposite of you, ready to discuss the meaning of your visit.