Hag's Lair

I like my house, so damply cozy, with that putrid and rotting smell that rises from the swamp, hidden from the rest of the world and from all those annoying adventurers who seek who knows what treasure or reward.
But I am just a poor hag who does not want to be disturbed; let me prepare my potions and my poisons, is it possible that people are so angry with me?
It is really hard the life of us hags, there are too many heroes who roam the world.