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Deep in the Razor Grass Thicket you'll find a woman, dressed in white and wrapped in thick black thorns. The Witch of Bramble was once known for her beautiful, but torturous garden that she would lure unsuspecting victims into, only to have them be torn to shreds by the razor shard leaves, and twisting bramble. On one occasion though, unbeknownst to her, she lured another powerful witch into her forbidden garden. The witch, disgusted by the Witch of Bramble's garden, cursed her. The very same bramble used to tear so many poor soul, wrapped around her body, threatening to flay her alive. The witch spoke, "You who have sicked blades into the hearts of men, who has rend flesh from bone, shall suffer the very fate you have allured to others, or you shall be a captive of your own design." The witch left, leaving the entrapped Witch of Bramble to suffer as the wind pushed the thorns into her skin, cutting through it like paper. Now she waits, in the overgrown garden she built, for a traveler to come by and offer her help in the form of shears, though her attempt have all been for naught.

Description
Deep in the Razor Grass Thicket you'll find a woman, dressed in white and wrapped in thick black thorns. The Witch of Bramble was once known for her beautiful, but torturous garden that she would lure unsuspecting victims into, only to have them be torn to shreds by the razor shard leaves, and twisting bramble. On one occasion though, unbeknownst to her, she lured another powerful witch into her forbidden garden. The witch, disgusted by the Witch of Bramble's garden, cursed her. The very same bramble used to tear so many poor soul, wrapped around her body, threatening to flay her alive. The witch spoke, "You who have sicked blades into the hearts of men, who has rend flesh from bone, shall suffer the very fate you have allured to others, or you shall be a captive of your own design." The witch left, leaving the entrapped Witch of Bramble to suffer as the wind pushed the thorns into her skin, cutting through it like paper. Now she waits, in the overgrown garden she built, for a traveler to come by and offer her help in the form of shears, though her attempt have all been for naught.