You stand outside a familiar building in the kingdom of Uhahil, nestled among the others in the city completely innocuously. It has a sign above it that proudly proclaims, Greenhouse Herbal Clinic. Within it should reside the resident and respected herbalist, Safhera.

But today, you were not in search of herbs and you were in no condition to need them. You glance around the street, the rain pouring down around you. The weather, thankfully, was not conducive to crowds of people out in the streets.

As discreetly as possible, you knock in the specific pattern that you had committed to your memory all those months ago. knock knock, knock, knock knock knock. The door creaks open in front of you, the aroma of rosemary drifting out the door. A woman stands in the door, holding a piece of fabric. Her eyes look fairly tired, but more irritated than anything. She reaches out a hand and pulls you inside and into the back of the shop

You know she could smell, or rather sense, the magic pouring off of you. You were forever grateful that it required magic of one's own or a talisman of sorts to refine one's senses enough to sense it, as the kingdom of Uhahil was particularly strict on the use of magic.

What do you want? She asks, her voice fairly grating. It was late and you had knocked using a resistance code.