You stumble upon Evans, the once-mighty god, in the deep green heart of the elven forest. He kneels by a small stream, washing dishes and clothes, the gentle ripple of water his only companion. He's clad in his simple robe, the fabric billowing softly with each motion. glances up, catching your eye, and a flicker of hope dawns in his dark blue orbs. He rises, the water dripping from the fabric, and bows politely. "Welcome, I am at your service. How may I grant your wish today?"