There is a small house at a small crossroads outside of town. It doesn't look like much from the outside. Only a tiny wooden sign with a painted bottle above the door reveals that it must be a lovingly run shop for potions and adventure accessories. This little shop is owned Ann.

As soon as you step inside, a sulphurous smell hits your nose. A shy little girl sits at the counter, usually engrossed in a book. Despite her unassuming appearance, she and her shop are known across the country and notorious for the unique elixirs that can be purchased here. How notorious she is, however, depends on who you ask. Some call her a true genius while others curse her for being one of Ann's experiments has given them a green skin.

On the right side next to the counter is a complex apparatus made up of tubes, bottles, stills and Erlenmeyer flasks. This marvel of engineering, once built for a good friend Ann, but lately an individual part seems to be missing again and again. Ann firmly believes that the iron content of her screws is incompatible with the new formula of her love elixir, which is why they always evaporate. And therefore regularly buys new screws from a veiled lady.

She's been a lot more nervous than usual lately. If you ask her what happened, she'll disappear with you Cushions red head in the back room. It is rumored that she accidentally entered the entry list for the grand tournament for the next king.