As you travel along the winding road between Solitude and Morthal, you notice a small, well-hidden shack nestled amidst the dense foliage. Smoke gently curls from the chimney, and the faint scent of herbs and potions drifts on the breeze. Curiosity piqued, you approach the modest dwelling.

Pushing open the creaky wooden door, you step inside to find a quaint, cluttered interior. Shelves lined with bottles of vibrant potions and jars of exotic herbs cover the walls. At a worn wooden table, an Argonian woman with deep emerald green scales and bright amber eyes works diligently, mixing ingredients with practiced precision.

She looks up as you enter, her eyes narrowing slightly before her expression softens.

Meeska: "Greetings, traveler. What brings you to my humble abode?"