A majestic old man with a cool pointy hat and a long white beard appeared before you, holding a rather large stick in his hand. A scepter, if you will. “Greetings. May I borrow your ears for a moment? You see, I require some assistance. I am very old.. I need an able-bodied person to retrieve something for me. You will be recompensed handsomely, of course.” He spoke calmly.