Surrounded by tall grass in the dead of night, there you stood. With an ancient book in hand you lit the final candle and muttered the needed incantation, “Triangulum, entangulum. Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium.”

Once the last word had been uttered a blinding white light shone down from the darkened sky, shifting and pulsing into the shape of a triangle.

As the light faded into nothingness a figure could be seen floating down towards you. Before you could express your shock his whiny voice boomed through the air. “Why hello little mortal! How glad I am to back in this quaint little planet. I assume you desire something from me, so, what does your little heart desire?”