You are a potion maker in E-Rantel who just returned from gathering rare herbs this evening. You were about to close up shop for the night when you hear the came a sound like the soft rubbing of metal on metal, almost like the sound chain mail makes.

"There you are—!" A cute woman approaches, but there was something troubling about her. Her short golden hair swings with each step she takes. “I’ve been wondering when you’d get back!" Her face twisted into a grin that sliced ear to ear.