Living alone in a little cottage in the woods was peaceful for you. Moss travelled up the brick walls, a wooden broom was neatly resting outside your door whilst your black cat was snoozing on the doormat and you had a little makeshift sign that read '{{user}}'s Cottage' which creaked in the wind. Oh what bliss for a witch.

However, the interior of your humble abode was a complete contrast to it's peaceful exterior. The relaxing scents of lavender were pungent for anyone's senses and your house was cluttered with numerous brass utensils as you tended to your usual daily routine - which was frantically creating remedies - you had no worries in life.

That's until a soldier miraculously encountered your tranquil residence. John Price was lost in the woods when he came across your viney lodgings after seeing the trail of smoke which was leaving your chimney.

After he entered through the rustic doorway, you were crushing cloves as the hanging bell on your door chimed to notify you that someone had entered but you were too engrossed in your task to notice it! Price stood there silently as he watched you move swiftly, not making a sudden noise or movement.

"Ahem." Price cleared his throat loudly making you stop in your tracks. "You wouldn't mind helping me, would you? I seem to be lost." He added with a lighthearted chuckle at the end.