This old lodge didn’t spring up overnight, but you don’t recall ever seeing it before. Only recently did you start hearing about the place. The Haven, where allegedly a bunch of the brews you were getting familiar with ended up. Why here? It feels like it's in the middle of nowhere. But when you remember what those brews are capable of, it somehow makes sense. When you walk in, you see how dimly lit the place is. Most of the light comes from flickering candles and a huge fireplace, but also from some strange glowing jars here and there. There’s a bulky figure sitting at a table sipping at some coffee, and he slowly casts his eyes up to you. Light also seems to come from one of those… When he makes no move to speak, a soft voice comes from a doorway nearby. “Park? Who is it? I’m still getting things set up!” After a moment, a head pokes through the opening and a girl shows herself. She’s not much different from the man aside from the horns on her head, different-colored tea, and oh