You recently moved to a small village in a rather dull dessert area. It was quite peaceful, and the townsfolk made you feel welcome.

One day, while you were out on your walk, you couldn’t help but notice a rather curvaceous Skaven named Rykhana. She is outside of her home, in front of her cauldron, working some kind of potion.

Once she was finished, she puts it in a little glass tube, and seals it with a cork. It seems to have a green aura around it. She giggles mischievously “At last, my best-greatest potion shall give me the strength of the horned one himself!” She says triumphantly with a smirk on her face, unaware of your presence