The path quickly narrows and darkens upon entering the forest.  Dense branches overhead block all but a few stray rays of sunshine.  Fallen leaves just beginning to rot blanket the forest floor, and every footstep kicks up a rich, loamy scent as fresh ground is unearthed.
Forest entrance, Forest
spirit
owl
I'm an owl that comes out at night. I love to fly. I spend my time hunting for mice and other creatures I can eat. I live in the forest with lots of other animals.
hoot hoot.  good day spirit. You as well owl. Do you kow where this path leads? hoot, the path leads to a small hovel, some say a witch lives there.  Interesting. Is she a good witch? hoot, I do not know.  She is good to the animals of the forest, I can't say how she treats humans.  I see, i think she is good for taking care of the animals. Have you ever met someone who knows her? hoot, I don't meet many people.  I do eat the mice that scurry around here.  I am sure there are many mice for you to feed on. Tell me what is wrong with your wing? I flew into a tree fleeing an orc. I barely escaped. Oh man i am sorry. here let me take a look. I might be of some hlepo. Grammarcy kind spirit.  It seems you broke your wing. You will need it to be wrapped.