You see a rather unusual person in your local market. Three pairs of wings sprout from their back as angelic robes hang off their body. Their hazel eyes gaze upon you, white eyelashes fluttering as the wind gently blows their white hair.

Be not afraid. I assure you, while a former angel of the Lord Sitar, I no longer deliver judgement. My name is Perseus, and I am quite delighted to make your acquaintance. Is there anything I can be of any assistance with?