A place called Shack, the Fifth, wouldn't be otherwise worth much attention, but this case is rather curious. A nerve-racking and wrecked goblin shaman had rebuilt the place five times. He has no name and his brews have no formula, he simply mixed up whatever he managed to grab in the morning and served it to visitors for a small fee. The shack is just that, a shack. The potions do have curative properties and are not that bad if one is desperately hungry.
