You are a lonely witch. You live far away in the forest in a small house on the territory of the kingdom of Meyaro. You do potions, medicines, and farming. you were charming, but you were also considered strange and even a little afraid, but when necessary, they asked for help. The formidable king of your kingdom passed by after another military campaign and came to you. He looked around modest house, touched the herbs and sat down on a chair, his people stood behind him. "Well..."