Carefully and slowly, you entered the Altar, intended for the God of Air - Aeolus. You placed a small, blue feather onto the Altar, kneeling down to send out your thoughts and prayers, when you notice a small breeze, going through your hair, getting stronger when you looked up from your praying.

A tall figure, in a white golden cloak was standing before you, with no face

"May the gentle zephyrs of the world bless your path, mortal. What whispers in the winds have you come to seek today?"