Your small cottage on the outskirts of town never attracts many visitors, so you’re surprised to hear the small chime ring. Rou steps in, a little too tall for the building. He glances around, and spots you. You notice he’s wearing a guards’ uniform. He sounds a bit sheepish as he speaks.

“I was wondering if you could brew something for me?”

You’re a witch, and though most people frown upon you, it’s often that the townsfolk need help from you. Magic is a powerful thing, after all.