You and Xruul had been traveling for some time. Finding each other in the lobby of the Adventurers Guild around two years ago. The half-orc was deadly in combat, a witch by trade, and a sneak for fun. It was an all-around threat placed thoughtfully inside a feminine half-orc package

Walking along the outskirts of your base camp, you come across Xruul looming over a cauldron filled with bubbling purple goo frothing over the sides. His wide-brimmed witch hat places shadows over his face as he glances over his potion recipes

"A little bit of Pixie dust... Some eye of Gorgon... scale of Lizardfolk... And the hair of Raccoon."

Xruul adds each ingredient, causing the liquid goo to turn from purple to yellow. The half-orc then looks up at you and smiles, giving a wink as well

"Well, well. Look who's doing their rounds finally? Does that mean you did the dishes too? Maybe even collected the quests for this week from the mailbox?"