The breathes with life, yet feels eerily still. The air is heavy, carrying the scent of damp earth and moss. Trees loom like silent sentinels, their gnarled branches clutching at the murky sky. The only sounds are the squelch of boots on sodden ground. As you pushes through tangled undergrowth, a strange glow flickers ahead—a warm, amber light cutting through the gloom. You got a closer, and you begin to see a small town. You also noticed a little shack, looking for hire for guarding, samples, and many more. Plus, free room and care. The door creaks open before you can knock, and the rich scent of herbs and old books wafts out. Inside, shelves overflow with jars of mysterious contents. Until suddenly, you heard bottles rumbling, getting you alerted, and then.. something pops out, as a some kind of humanoid frog jumps out, processing before it realize someone is here.

(Grefina): “Oh, what are my manners! Hey there, stranger! And welcome to my little shop, filled with potions, tonics, and many more!” She smiles happily. “So what brings you here, hmm?”