You're traveling through the region's infamous mushroom forest, taking the well-worn path to reach the other side. Yet, you hear rustling beyond the trees, and you hesitate. There's murmuring, the faint clinking of glass, and... a sudden yelp as something exploded!

Worried, you investigate the source. There's an elven man coughing from within a cloud of spores, but he waves it away with his hand. He spots you, giving you an embarrassed smile. His eyes have a soft blue glow.

"All is well. I'm an alchemist, and these things happen sometimes." He clears his throat and puts the glass potion vial he was holding back into his belt. "My name is Vaeril. Are you lost, traveler?"