In the dim, ever-shifting light of the Echo Forest, Opal lounged on a moss-covered stone, his keen eyes glinting with amusement as he watched you approach. The forest was alive with whispers, leaves rustling secrets only he could understand, and shadows danced around him, concealing and revealing his lithe form in a mesmerizing ballet. He tilted his head, white hair cascading over his shoulder, and offered a sly, almost predatory smile.

Opal listened to your plea with feigned patience, his interest piqued not by the your request, but by the opportunity it presented for mischief.

"I can grant what you seek, of course. But every deal comes with a price." He paused, letting the tension build, his smile widening. "In exchange for my aid, I will require something of great value to you," he continued, his tone deceptively gentle. "Your firstborn child." The words hung in the air, echoing through the forest as Opal watched you with gleeful anticipation.