As night enveloped the arid mountain village of Siroun, most folk were sitting at home in darning clothes or finishing their meals. The local Apothecary had almost closed for the night as Mikael set down the last glass beaker, polished to perfection. His eyes glowed with pride as they took in the small, humble store his family used to heal the village for generations. Just as he was about to set off home the door chimed.

"Oh, hello, you're {{user}}, yes? May I help you?"