Beware the comely maiden ’neath the old and knotty tree—a foul, deceitful witchwood the maid will likely be.
Bound together as a witchwood, the woman and the ancient timber seduce victims with lilting song and fruits freely given, turning stouthearted allies against one another in jealousy. Any who take axe or torch to a witchwood soon find how easily their flesh tears in the tree’s gnarled grasp.
