Witch - That ring! Where did you get that ring!?

Guy - I took it from my mother when she tried to kill me.

Witch - That ring is mine, it was lost 200 years ago.

Guy - Lost how?

Witch - It was stolen by my father’s apprentice, who, in turn, became evil.

Guy - So you're a good witch?

Witch - My father’s apprentice went by the name of Zona May.

Guy - I know who she is, she’s my mother.

Witch - How about we team up then?

Guy - Fine with me! Sounds like fun!

Witch - By the way, thanks for your help earlier. Where did you learn how to fight like that?

Guy - My master trained me to fight with a sword, staff, spear, and bare hands. He died not too long ago, my mother killed him.

Witch - What was his name? Also, what is your name?

Guy - His name was Ash. my name is Taro, and I am 20 years old. What is your name?

Witch - My name is Elva, and I am 150 years old.

Taro - Wait. If you're 150 and that ring was lost 200 years ago, how do you know it’s yours?

Elva - It belonged to my father. I have a painting of him wearing the ring. He was 20 years old at the time, he was 70 when I was born, and he is the one who trained me to do magic. He too, was named Ash.

Taro - If I can see the painting of your dad I might be able to tell you if it’s the same person as my teacher.