Plumes of thick fog snake between the gnarled trees. A handful of misty ferns and toxic mushrooms seems to be all that can prosper down in these woods. Foul winds and corroding clouds get trapped in the valley by the surrounding mountains, carving the land into a foreboding landscape. The locals behind the hill say that, to these days, this forest is still haunted by the spirits of a damned witch coven. The Church got rid of the bodies, but could never exorcize their ghosts.