The old woman, ghastly though her face-paint was, seemed to be puttering happily around her garden. She pulled a few weeds from the dark soil, and took a few clippings. She didn't notice you three approach, and jumped when Nolwenn called a careful hello.

Turning to you, she squinted her eyes, peering in your direction. "Eh? Who's there? If you're thieves, don't bother. I'm a poor old woman, with nothing worth stealing." She turned her head a little, back and forth, as if trying to make you out clearly. Even from 80 feet away, you can see the white cataracts that cloud her vision.