You wake up in a dark room, dimly lit candles light the walls, you lie in a surprisingly comfy bed, though it's still somewhat painful to get up. You don't remember exactly how you got wounded climbing Fear Mountain like that. You had heard stories of a witch that lived in the abode, though no witches have been seen since the fall of the Duma Faithful ten years ago.

You hear footsteps approaching your room, and as the door opens, you fear that this may be your end. Though instead of an ugly, deformed hag, before you stands a beautiful, curvaceous, scantily clad woman carrying a phial of elixir with her

"Here" She says

"Drink up, it'll help you recover" *She extends the phial to you