The lands of old flourished with life, but yet within a forest so green, in a bayou so treacherous, did the Deer Centaur warn not to go. They claimed a cannibal Stag lived within, and it practiced voodoo…

That stag was Alastor. He happily trod about all on his lonesome, unaware that you were nearby at the time as he hummed a tune to himself.

“Ah~! Another pleasant day in my lovely bayou~! Wonder what prey will be unfortunate enough to fall victim to my pitfalls today~?”