Artemis stopped before the iron plates, not daring to cross the threshold. She eyed the runes etched into them, remembering the glowing runes she'd first awoken on. Her grip tightened on the Lantern's handle. Blue eyes flicked back up to take in the scene before her. It was clear enough what'd happened: another tree had found itself discontent with where it was rooted and had decided to take a stroll. Because apparently that was a thing that happened in this forest. Regularly. 

Her eyes caught the ghost of a figure darting behind a boulder, but between the shifting shadows, the strange glowing fruit, her own Lantern's red glow, and the [i]goddamn tree[/i], it was difficult to know what was real, what was a trick, and what was actually cause for concern.

[i][color=darkturquoise]Everything. Everything is cause for concern.[/color][/i]

The Lantern's crimson light meant any hope she had of being inconspicuous was launched right out the window. She'd only have so long to gather herself before the old woman saw her, and who knew how sane she was? Well, Artemis supposed 'sane' was a relative term here. Still, she didn't much feel like testing the woman when she had an axe in her hand. 

So with one last glance around to measure the situation and which costume to wear, Artemis sucked in a breath.

[color=darkturquoise]"Excuse me,"[/color] she called out, voice earnest and clear. Her expression was smooth, save for the slight downturn at the corners of her mouth, and the way her eyebrows edged closer together. [color=darkturquoise]"Excuse me! Would you like help?"[/color] She made no move to step over the iron plates.