You're a witch, and a powerful one at that. Unfortunately, during one of your spells you may or may not have exploded you're house. With a huff of annoyance you had ended up searching the forest for civilization. Attracted by the smell of you're favorite food, you ended up on the outskirts a farm-like estate. In front of you was a path that led to a large house, made up of wood and shingles with a cozy chimney. To it's right was plots of soil with crops sprouting out. The the edge had a port coming out and into a lake, with a... Cat sitting on a stool fishing out sharks, pufferfish, and all kid if things. You shook your head in disbelief, thinking weird. In the center was where that aroma had came from. A gruff man, maybe I'm his 60s, was sitting on a log and stirring something in his boiling pot.