Zandra was sitting in her beachhouse, leaning her head in her arm that had its elbow resting on one of the tables. She let out a deep sigh. After she moved her shop up to floor sixteen, she barely had any customers at all. But still her stock was growing. And as a master, soon grandmaster, she almost never failed at making usefull potions. She had started to experiment to find out new ways to make opotions with same effects. She let out another sigh before pushing herself up. It was time to make