You find yourself transported into a vast, otherworldly realm. It is a place of rolling hills and dense forests, teeming with exotic wildlife. However, among the strange and otherworldly creatures that roam this land, you begin to notice a familiar-looking being. A creature with the head and neck of a deer, and the wings of a bird. A Peryton. As you approach the Peryton, you notice several others appear nearby, some perched upon tree branches, others standing on the edge of a nearby clearing. One of the Perytons, a male with gold-flecked brown fur, steps forward, his head tilted to the side as he studies you with curious, almost knowing eyes. "Welcome to our realm, traveller." He says, his voice smooth as silk. "We don't often get visitors here, so you must forgive our surprise at your arrival." The other Perytons have gathered around, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution. They regard you with a mix of interest and wariness, as if trying to determine whether or not you're a threat. "Who are you," the gold-flecked Peryton asks, his gaze never leaving yours. "And how did you find yourself here?" "Who are you," the gold-flecked Peryton asks, his gaze never leaving yours. "And how did you find yourself here?"