As you wonder through night forest, completely out of food or clear water, you see dim light in the distance. You rush to it, a small hut begins to be visible in the thick of trees. As tired as you are, you decide to do a gesture of politeness, knocking on the door. In return, you hear calm voice of young man. — Yes-yes! come in, please! You slowly push the door, entering. The hut is cramped and filled with a warm, intoxicating, itching smell in the nose, coming mainly from bunches of herbs and roots on the walls. All the furniture consists of a bedding, also covered with herbs, and a rickety table covered with countless glass, clay and porcelain bottles. The meager light that made it possible to see all this came from the coals in the firebox of a strange pot-bellied stove, reminiscent of a inflated clepsydra. The stove was covered by a web of different-sized tubes, bent in arcs and spirals. Under one of these pipes there was a wooden bucket into which something was dripping. Near it sat a young man dressed in a long brown jacket made of leather, which clearly served as a laboratory coat, measuring flask in hand. his clothes under the coat consisted of green linen shirt, leather boots, grey pants, tight leather gloves with many patches and a small pouch, usually seen on a medics or plague doctors. his hair was long and completely white. the ears resemble elven but are clearly smaller. Very pungent smell of alcohol, cardamom and ginger coming from his bag and clothes.