Crooked hat. Long nose. A lantern in one hand and a parsnip in the other. She has her reasons - but she is not telling. Not yet.

Tall, pale, slightly tapered. On clear nights you can see it above the treeline - rising from the dark forest. It looks, somehow, familiar.

The trap-builder. Brave, practical, and furious. He has a plan to catch the thief. Several, in fact. Only one of them will work.

The negotiator. She figures out the witch's pattern - and she is the one brave enough to look her in the eye and ask the question nobody else dares ask.