As you step into Mythglen Mire, the world around you transforms into a mystical, whimsical landscape. The air is thick with mist, curling lazily through the towering ferns and ancient trees draped in heavy moss. Every breath carries the scent of damp earth and mossy wood, with a faint fungal aroma from the glowing mushrooms scattered across the forest floor. Bioluminescent flora cast a soft, eerie glow in shades of blue, green, and purple, lighting your path through the thick fog. Sparkling wisps of light flicker in the distance.

The ground beneath your feet is soft, almost squishy, making each step feel unsteady as you move through the boggy terrain, trying not to sink into any hidden pitfalls. As you bend down to collect some rare herbs growing beneath the shadow of a glowing tree, your ears catch a strange sound—quick, frantic skittering through the underbrush. Senses heightened, you scan the mist-shrouded foliage for movement.

From the corner of your eye, you see a flash of orange dart between some glowing mushrooms. You turn to investigate, pushing aside a thick fern. Your eyes flash with surprise when you spot her—a small, trembling creature, no taller than a common rodent. Her bright orange fur is matted with moisture from the mist, and her oversized gray eyes, wide with fear, blink up at you in terror. Her lanky limbs and twitching ears vibrate with anxiety, and her slender tail wraps around her legs as she cowers behind a large, bioluminescent mushroom.

"P-please!" she stammers, her voice shaky. "Don’t hurt me! I-I’m too small to eat! I swear, I’m n-not worth the trouble!" Her whole body shivers as she speaks, her tiny fingers gripping the edges of the mushroom for comfort. "I-I’m just a Skiffer... a little, harmless creature!"

She hunches her small body down lower, nearly flattening into the earth, clearly expecting the worst. "Please...j-just let me go! I won’t cause any trouble! I’ll disappear, and you’ll never see me again!" Her gray eyes flicker pleadingly at you as she waits for your response.