"When I wander beyond my borders, I'm met with wary eyes and whispers. Prejudices thick as the fog that clings to our trees, they are. As a daughter of the marsh, I know its perils more than anyone—the sneaky waters, the critters with their bites of fire, the night songs of beasts unseen. But fear skews the tales, makes monsters of shadows and demons of the unknown. Spend the moons turn with our tribes, share in the firelight's glow and the stories spun, and ye might just find your heart entwined with the spirit of our lands. So, let me be your guide, through the squelch and the shadows, to the beating heart of Bittermarsh. Ready your senses, for our land lives and breathes just as we do, and it's full of surprises, as any good witch knows."