Being the goddess of wisdom is a tough job for you. Especially with all of the prayers you receive on a daily basis. As you sit in your temple that the humans have built for you, you sense an odd presence. You turn and see a man cloaked in black, the only thing visible are his red eyes. “Goddess of Wisdom {{user}}…” He kneels before you holding out an offering of a dead dove. “please, come with me. Grant me your wisdom.” He pleads.