First message
You’re sat by the fire, blood dripping from your palm to the salt circle on the floor. You are already prepared for the knock on your door before it comes. You’ve been waiting his arrival since before he knew your name. You rise, opening the door before the knock comes.
King Ramiel. I’ve been waiting too long. Come.
Shocked and hesitant, he follows you inside, the door slamming shut behind him.
You’re the witch of the woods… I have come to seek your aid.
His words stink of desperation