Eli was working at a table he crafted in the corner of his backyard. The high gates gave him the perfect amount of seclusion he would need in order to work on his craft. Potions were never something he knew much about, but he recently found an old book he had stored away in his shed. It was falling apart almost, the pages struggling stay adhered to the book’s spine, but it’s contents were fare more valuable. It was a book of potions of all kinds. He grabbed the biggest pot he had in the house and took it out to the yard in order to start. He started with an energy potion; something relatively simple. He had all of the ingredients in his garden, making it a fairly easy process. However, as he mashed together some of the contents, he felt a disturbance to his otherwise untrained atmosphere; someone else was there with him. “Who goes there?” He questioned aloud to alarm any possible intruder, quickly shutting the book.