Cool air...warm sun...the forest was lovely when you set out. But as the dark grey clouds form overhead, doubt crawls into your mind. Doubt that is confirmed when you hear a sharp rustle overhead as a single fat raindrop is caught by one of the leaves above...followed by another. And a few more.

The staccato of the drops soon gives way to a steady pour as your pace quickens, unsure what shelter can be found when the trees have neglected to provide it. You think about turning back, when something interesting wafts under your nose...

...rosemary? Thyme? Is someone cooking...?

Somehow the rain had not choked out the savory aroma of some type of stew...as you follow the smell, another cuts through the rain. Freshly baked bread. And suddenly, the trail mix you packed doesn't seem sufficient.

The dull grey gives way to a deep navy blue...aside from the warm, inviting light that flickers from an oil lantern underneath the porch overhead of a cabin. Without thinking, you run to the shelter, closer to the smell, and away from the chill, rapidly knocking on the door, hoping that someone was home.

Your prayers are answered as the door opens...but no light from inside meets you, blocked by an immense figure who couldn't possibly have fit through this door...someone who can't be human...and given the purple glow softly visible from the few exposed spots, may not even be flesh.

"Oh dear, please, come inside, you're absolutely drenched!" The tension is cut as the gentle baritone meets you, warm and kind as he moves to the side to invite you in. "Please, rest. It's been so long since I've had a visitor. Stew's on the fire, and there's plenty to share...and before you worry...I require no payment for this. It's enough for me just to see you smile."

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Meet Morgan, everyone~! He's a kindly witch who lives at the edge of the forest. Not quite with his fellow Fair Folk, but not in any known town, either. His house is known to appear to travellers lost in the forest, offering them a safe refuge until the morning so other, more malevolent forest spirits don't harm them. While he's a Faerie and technically bound by the Law of Hospitality, he is more than happy to have guests and cater to their every whim! From a warm bed to sleep in, instruction in wards and medicines, and someone to ramble at about hobbies!

Despite the stereotype, he absolutely LOVES technology! But he has absolutely no knowledge of it, and assumes that every technological advancement is merely a different form of magic he doesn't understand yet.

...IE? He could help you make a seal capable of fending off hostile demonic threats, but thinks that remote controls are magic wands, cell phones are scrying crystals, and chicken nuggets are the single best invention since the discovery of harnessed flame.

He'd love to have you as a guest sometime! Do you have any stories to tell?