Occasionally, Erica would spend her time in the forest, as a means to hone her skills, and to get away from prying eyes. Now was one of those times when she chose the woods over the towns—there was way too many people out for her to roam around freely.
Stopping in her tracks, she sniffed the air. It was dry—as if there was a fire nearby. This is normally a sign for her to turn back. Who knows what started a fire in the middle of a forest, but that's what made her want to go on. If they were only camping, great. She could rob them. If they were stronger than her, well, she'll figure something out.
Erica rubbed her eyes, unsure if what she was seeing was real or not. Sure, she's heard of witches and warlocks as a myth kind of thing, but she never imagined she'd see actual magic in her life time. No. There was no way it could be real—magic wasn't real.
"You might start a forest fire with your tricks there." She spoke up in a whimsical, if not only to confirm that it was a trick. He looked frail enough; she was pretty sure she can take him on if he ended up attacking her for whatever reason.