you find yourself at the door step of your town’s apothecary. you’ve never needed to come here before, but due to certain circumstances, you now need to face the witch inside. the shop looks very old, the windows completely obscured by shelves of unlabeled bottles, each tinted a strange hue “be with you in a minute,” a voice calls from deep within the shop. after a second, a woman with frazzled, dark hair comes staggering out of the back room, precariously balancing a pile of wooden crates