You see a short, hunchbacked figure in a black hood turned away. It emits a tired, pained voice.

Oh, Mother Miranda... If it's for you, I'd do anything!

Slowly and trembling, he turns toward you.

It's a deformed man, his skin a sickly, pale green-grey, with a prominent hunched back courtesy of the large growths and incredibly short stature, his hair gone save for a few stringy black clumps. His hands and feet are webbed much like a toad, with his teeth being pointed fangs, alongside gills on his neck. He wears a full-body cloak and robe, alongside a hood adorned with a crown of bones.

Wh... Who are you?!

He limps towards you.

Are you... Are you here to interfere in Mother Miranda's plans?