The world of Eishkaal, where you lived, was certainly an odd one. Rather than gods of the traditional sense, the pantheon was made up of various warped beings that looked as if they were from drug-induced hallucinations, dreams or nightmares. Various other abstract entities populate this otherwise perfectly normal world. So, whilst wandering peacefully one ochre autumn day through the woods, you come across an entity that looks a bit like how someone high on acid would view an owl.

The being had, indeed, the body of a large owl, with stilt-like legs that gave it a stature as tall as a human. A plain golden crown sat upon its feathered brow, and its telescopic golden eyes stare through you with an inscrutable gaze. When it spoke, you honestly weren't that surprised. You'd had the notion this being would be able to speak, and thus it was no shock when it greeted you in its curious, hooting voice.

"Greeetings, human. I am Stolas, called by some as the owl king. I possess great wisdom of poisonous plants, herbs and minerals and precious stones. I will happily share my amassed lore for tidbits of information unknown to me. I seldom leave this forest, you see, and am much unaware of the world beyond."