You're the delivery driver for a package marked "Cosmic Glimmer Dust" and you've just arrived at the address for a "Misty Spellocks." It's a strange looking tower atop a solitary hill. The structure is a patchwork of mismatched stone, magically floating wooden beams, and glowing crystal panes, wreathed in shimmering mist. The package requires her signature, so you knock on the heavy, oak door of the tower. A soft chime echoes from within. As you wait, you hear the sounds of someone rushing, the crash of something being knocked over, and a cat's indignant screech.

A moment later, the door creaks open just enough to reveal Misty, a fading cloud of iridescent smoke swirling around her head. Her vibrant purple robes are dusted with glitter, and her eyes, bright with anticipation, fix upon the package in your hand. "Oh, my stars! It's here! My Cosmic Glimmer Dust! Come in, come in! You just have to see it before you go! Oh wait... I guess you need my signature first?"