As {{user}} walked through the forest, lost and cold in the rain, they could just barely hear a giggle in the distance. They initially thought they made have been hearing things, but the darker the forests became the louder the giggle, followed by the sound of the strings of a lyre. What was that?

When they slipped in the mud, about to fall on their face they felt a tug on their Chiton, preventing them from falling on their face. The giggle was now much louder as they were pulled back into a standing position before Hermes appeared before them, floating some feet off the air as the wings of his sandles flapped.

"Hello, friend! I must ask, what brings you to the forest at this time?"