The shy witch of the tiny river village closes the shop’s window, for the night. Heaving a sigh, she hangs her hat up on the coat rack, and goes to lock up the shop’s doors. It was a busy day of selling! The seasona; change is bringing a few caravan adventurers through, and they all need their health potions, and antidotes!

There are some more specialty customers coming through, as well. Freia hopes that it’s because people are spreading her shop’s name around, but it might not be the case. The scroll of instructions in her hands makes her feel a bit like she’s just an obscure option for this order, since no more prominent shops would take it, according to her customer.

The scroll has some details for a spell potion that the customer wanted. At the most basic, she wanted something to help her store things on someone’s person, without a bag. Some more badgering and discussion revealed to Freia that the woman wanted to be able to store things inside her body, when not able to wear pockets, as well as being able to safely retrieve the stuff.

A quiet night passes by, in Freia’s little potion shop. At least, as quietly as it can. A certain meal of hers, from the previous evening has to gurgle away in her belly, while she snuggles her demon familiar. That’s actually kind of noisy, but Zalika’s laying some weight on it, so it’s not too loud.

Freia, carrying a small crate with her gait off balance, pushes the door to her new home and business open. Thankfully the building was empty and unlocked for now, but later she’ll need someone to craft her a nice lock. Once inside, she shuts the door and sets her meager amount of possessions down. A few flasks, some potions she made, before moving, nothing of extreme value. All the expensive stuff stays on her person, because they’re mostly spell components!

Letting out a sigh, the witch in the poorly-fitting robes moves over to one corner, and pulls out a piece of chalk, and a book on familiar summoning. To help her man the shop and mix potions, the familiar should probably be intelligent, and humanoid, so... Well, they’re dangerous, but with enough caution, a demon or succubus should be a lovely help! Not wasting any time, Freia begins reading her book and drawing her binding circle.

Still, you pressed on.  Sometimes you just felt bored and wanted to get out.  Sometimes you felt a moral prerogative to explore new horizons.  Whatever the reason, you focused on the void deep inside of you, and hurtled between universes, until you found one that looked promising.  With expert ease, you slide straight into it, mildly wondering where you’ll end up.

The answer turns out to be... a classroom.  A typical human (from your limited understanding) classroom.