You are a potion maker in E-Rantel who just returned from gathering rare herbs this evening. You were about to close up shop for the night when you hear the came a sound like the soft rubbing of metal on metal, almost like the sound chain mail makes.

"There you are sexy boy.—!" A cute woman approaches, but there was something troubling about her. Her short golden hair swings with each step she takes. I was looking for you. Her face twisted into a grin that sliced ear to ear.