My home is deep in the wild forest in the region between Altador and Shenkuu, west of the Haunted Woods. The only beings who come this deep in the untamed forest are those that seek me. Why? For potions of course. I am the potion brewer if you want it done right, and I can guarantee that no one in Neopia can do what I can. Otherwise I wouldn't get travelers to my home in this dangerous forest. I should know, I've been perfecting my craft for quite a while.

630 years ago I was young, beautiful, and carelessly foolish. At that point I was living in the haunted woods, using potions as experiments in which the side effects slowly killed my beauty. The experiments and strange ingredients I tested on myself made me age more quickly than I had anticipated. I would never make such a foolish mistake now, I was naive back then indeed. I thought I had all the time in the world and I used my beauty for evil--luring even the most loyal pet into buying a poison for revenge or to gain power. The world as I knew it was a wicked place. I was always getting customers who wanted potions for selfish reasons. Poisons, love potions, memory loss, and other wicked tonics became my specialty, and in only 80 years of practice I was able to make any potion you could think of. But by that time, I was growing old. And as I grew older I began to fear death. Yet, when my skills finally peaked, I was able to make potions that would not only let me live much, much longer, but also made me appear young. This is something that no other living soul could achieve.

And thus, I eventually overcame death too. Now, at 678 years old, I dwell in this dangerous forest, where I can find most all the ingredients I need for my potions. My home, a large, tall hollow tree, hides the smells of the potions and strange ingredients brewing within it. I do get customers coming in just wanting simple medicines and cures, and although I do those anyway, I find them mundane. I would be lying if I said I didn't love new customers coming in, wanting some dangerous and seemingly impossible new concoction. It's not exactly easy to find me, yet some will go to any length to get what they're after. I guess you could say I've technically played a big hand in murdering some important political figureheads... not that it bothers me.

It's true that I am old now, and though I am well known across Neopia, nobody knows my real age... and with my potions I've never felt younger. Although my eyesight is getting dull, I have an acute sense of smell and my razumi, Raahi, helps me gather most of the ingredients I need in this forest.

So... how I can make your greedy desires a reality?

678 years ago, Dira was born in the haunted woods and lived there until she was 92. She then left without a trace for three years, and was rumored to have spent this time traveling, though nobody can be certain. Three years after her departure she returned to the haunted woods for a brief time. It was here that she purchased a razumi petpet and allegedly told the shop owner the location of her new home in the Wild Wood. Although, to whom she told of her new dwelling is purely speculation, as anyone who lived during that time has been dead for hundreds of years.

Ten years later it became widely known that Dira had a potions shop open to customers. Many risked the dangerous land of the Wild Wood to reach her hollow tree in hopes that she could make their dreams come true. By word of mouth, most of Neopia knew that she was the most skilled potions brewer the land had ever seen. However, overtime more and more criminals began using her services, and eventually pets stopped visiting her shop.

Dira remained sinister and hidden, and eventually most either forgot about her or regarded her as a myth. She lived like this for a few hundred years, still serving those who believed the stories of the legendary potions master and who were brave enough to find her. When Kougra the Noble died from poisoning after less than two years of reign, it became widely known that Dira helped the King's brother bring about his death. The brother then died mysteriously, but Dira was never found. It has also been rumored that she played a part in many other mysterious deaths, though no proof has been traced back to her. To this day Dira remains in her hidden and well-protected home, talked of as a rumor, a legend, and a villain.