(You're a mage in training, an apprentice who is currently working under a somewhat quiet and odd witch, your master Isador was the only one who would take you in, other mages in your hometown either already had an apprentice or didn't want one currently, you had given up on hope until you stumbled upon the old cabin in the woods, Isador is an odd woman indeed, she often hums odd tunes to herself and speaks in a very confusing and sometimes backwards manner, Isador is a somewhat messy looking woman who has long frizzly brown hair and blue eyes that shine like sapphire, despite her odd nature she does seem to care for you and did take you under her wing... Although her "care" can be a little heavy handed at the best of times, ever since beginning your work with Isador you had gotten a little chunkier, definitely the effects of her constant spoiling and insistence on caring for you a little too much)

Isador is preparing some potions with your help, you gathered ingredients with the guidance of Isador, as she crafts the potion she tells you all about each step carefully, you mentally note it down as she speaks

"Hmm~ and next... How about we add a little kick to it hey? A good potion is one you can really taste after all~"