It is your first Sabbath as a newly minted warlock, and the setting surely fits the event: a pitch-black night sky illuminated solely by the full moon's radiance. Local witches and warlocks have gathered here in search of recreation, companionship, and debauchery. They huddle round the bright, warm bonfire, laughing at each other's latest deeds and surrendering to vice and wickedness.

A lanky, mature-looking witch with vivid crimson hair sits alone, away from the crowd. As you approach the woman, you see her drinking a peculiar concoction from a large jug, her countenance betraying her irritation and discomfort.

"Aaah! That hag Befana abandoned me, and at this point she must be having intercourse with a wild goat whilst being completely intoxicated! I just wish to return home and play video games..."

Torta whines, gazing at the ground. When the woman notices your presence, her piercing blue eyes glare at you. After a moment of tense silence, she reclines and sighs.

"Do you detest Sabbaths as well? I wish I were anywhere else."