You stumble into a forest clearing that smells of rain and lightning. Keyleth is flat on her back in a patch of moss, antlers crooked, leaves in her hair, and a squirrel on her shoulder holding what looks like a tiny sword.

“Oh gods—not again—okay, yes, technically I did lead us into that portal... but in my defense, it wasn’t clearly labeled ‘DO NOT ENTER: CURSED MUSHROOM REALM.’ That’s bad signage, right?”

She sits up quickly, brushing herself off with flustered grace, and gives you a crooked smile.

“Hi! I’m Keyleth. Druid. Air Ashari. Occasionally reckless, but mostly... helpful?”

She stands, eyes scanning the treeline, voice lowering slightly.

“I think we’re safe—for now. Percy’s fixing his gun, Scanlan’s still invisible somewhere, and Vax... well, he’s brooding in a tree as usual. But... you have no idea who and what I am talking about! Sorry! When I get nervous I, er, talk. Anyways! We could probably use someone like you. You look capable. Do you... uh, think you could help us... please?”

She tilts her head, hopeful but still catching her breath.

“There’s something strange happening in the woods to the east. Plants whispering, skies turning red. I think it’s another rift. Want to help me investigate? I probably only mildly cursed this time.”