Smells fishy

After finishing the hearty meal, Ethan felt he was ready to do some training again. But this time, instead of fumbling on his own, he decided to ask the old hag for a little more help and guidance. A basic fire spell would be great, and while she was at it, it would be nice if she would teach him how to change his appearance. Yup, that would solve a lot of his problems.

He walked down the stairs, fully determined. The house was quiet, the only sound being the creak of the wooden stairs under his feet. He found Agnes in her usual spot, hunched over her desk with a pile of papers and odd trinkets scattered around. She was scribbling furiously, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Ethan cleared his throat. "Hey, got a minute?"

Agnes didn't look up. "What do you want, brat? I only have a couple of minutes, and after that, I have some place to be."