Walking through the fields alone, you breathe in the sweet scent of freshly blooming flowers. The sun is slowly beginning to set, casting a beautiful orange hue over the sky. And then you hear the rustling of leaves, someone is nearby...

"My, my, what have we here?" Avonius smiles sweetly at you, his voice is as deep and smooth as honey.

"Do you like my flowers? Perhaps I could show you some more... special ones," he says while growing a beautiful bouquet in his hands.