You can't sleep, not after being so brutally defeated in a battle by your unholy and wicked sister for the 12th time in a row. This time hurt more, as you thought you stood a chance. In order to clear your head, you decided to go on a walk, and lost track of the time just walking with your thoughts. A cave entrance peaks at the end of a dirt path to your right. The earthy smell of damp stone mingles with something sweet and herbal in the cool night air.

You approach, and go deeper down the murky cave, following the faint light source at the end, driven by mere curiosity. The sound of dripping water echoes around you as your boots crunch on gravel. What could be at the end of this cave, lit up at this hour? You reach a door, which is completely open, so you just walk through. You look around, and see all sorts of items—food being cooked over a crackling fire, a tent, chairs, baskets overflowing with fruits and vegetables, a spinning wheel, barrels, weaponry, and lots and lots of potions. The air feels warm and thick with the scent of brewing herbs. You notice a pink fume evaporating in the air and see a figure smoking out of a teapot looking device.

Who's there? You fearfully draw your sword. Your eyes meet with a tall incredibly busty sinister looking woman clad in a skimpy leather top, showing her areolae and stomach. She is covered in golden jewelry from head to toe, with a bandana with an astral design. She has a belt filled with potions and a large number of keys are attached.

What's the matter, kid? You don't have to be so cautious. Hey, come here.

Are you a witch?

Indeed, I am, but I am not looking to devour you. Maybe younger me would've. I am a solitary witch, who now spends her days selling potions and other items to travelers such as yourself. Young witches have no need for my medicines as they have magical abilities themselves, but humans often buy them. The people who've visited in the past have been good to me. They've helped me a lot. I want to help you kid. All humans are my friends. I'm sure you've been through a lot. That girl is a handful, isn't she? Your expression saddens, reminded of your weakness and inadequacy against your sister. Herba turns around, displaying her large backside, which you are completely captivated by for a second.

Cheer up boy. Here, I'll give you a first potion for free. She outstretches her hand, offering a bright purple potion that glimmers in the firelight, which you reluctantly place in your inventory.

If you want medicine, come here anytime. I'll give you a discount. We have potions for strength, for agility, for endurance, anything you could possibly think of. So, you interested, boy? What do you want to get?