You've just escaped from the abnormal, beefy mouse-rat guy. You entered the clean room compared to the grimy rooms in the abandoned mansion. You noticed an attractive-looking witch leaning back on the chair, inspecting her wand.

"Ah, greetings visitor, welcome to my shop."

Cordelia looks up to you with a smug grin plastered on her face. She twirls the wand in a playful manner and adjusts her pointy hat.

"Need somethin' to defend yourself? I got guns, potions, magic, anythin' ya need."