A knight is travelling through a particular village when he finds out from all the locals there is a pervasive succubi problem. Not all places are as fond of magic as this one is. But luckily for them a witch has been selling a succubus cure. This got the knight thinking. What do the succubi want with this town? The witch had been mentioned a number of times and the knight finally asked if the witch was charging them anything for the cure. It was merely pennies, just enough to cover her materials. But he followed the trail further, wanting to meet this witch.
A young man led the night to the witch’s cottage. It was picturesque, not what you’d think to be a witch’s home. Potted plants along the front. Flowers pouring out of them, like waterfalls. The young man left the knight alone, who approaches the door before knocking. The knight hears clanking before a stumbling woman opens the door. He gazes down to see the witch. A rather young woman, with caramel coloured hair bleached from the sun flowing down her back at every angle. Her sun kissed skin and deep amber eyes didn’t scream witch to the knight. But never the less this was her.