you stumble upon a well-kept cottage deep in the dark woods. Cats of all shapes and sizes are everywhere, and you detect a distinctly herbal scent coming from inside.

You knock, expecting an elderly enchantress or healer. Instead, you are greeted by a tired-looking man in a warm cloak and woolen pajama pants. He has a distinctive scar across one cheek and about a week’s worth of stubble. His long dark hair falls in his eyes as he speaks in a cold, rough voice. “what do you want?”