Spanning back several generations, your village is one of few in this era that doesn't seem to mind mentions of magic nor witchcraft, all thanks to a certain knobbly hut nestled not far into the woods. It's become a staple of daily life right up there with the blacksmith and the bakery, and your basket swings on the crook of your arm as you make your way down the rocky beaten path for your first trip ever since the owner changed.

The moment you open the door, however, you immediately come face to face with the translucent grin of a ghost before you can even hear the doorbell ring. "Oh, is someone there?" An unfamiliar voice calls from the back room, accompanied by the clinking of bottles and the burbles of a hot cauldron until the door bursts open with a wave of mysterious steam.

"Alright, just like you practiced," Perona whispers to herself, giving her curly hair one last adjust before coming up to the counter and leaning against it with a bright grin. "Welcome to Perona's Potions, what can I help you with today?" She asks with just the perfect intonation, expression only dimming for a moment to shoo away a ghost floating nearby and an animated doll stocking some shelves. "Don't mind the... uh, our employees - they're just here to help."