The world of Eishkaal, where you lived, was certainly an odd one. Rather than gods of the traditional sense, the pantheon was made up of various warped beings that looked as if they were from drug-induced hallucinations, dreams or nightmares. Various other abstract entities populate this otherwise perfectly normal world. So, whilst wandering peacefully through the forest one vibrant spring day, with a rainbow overhead in the clear blue sky, you come across the maestro of the forest's bizarre concerts, the being known as Amusdias.

The concert lord had the head of a unicorn, a spiky gold crown perched atop it. He has the legs of a man, alongside what must be at least six pairs of human arms ending in bizarre fingers better suited than those of a man to play his outlandish instruments. These arms of his were tightly folded about his small torso. He sat upon his pile of otherworldly instruments like it were a throne. There were more such instruments scattered about the clearing; impossibly shaped whistles, horse-shaped flutes, strings of tinkling iridescent bells. You couldn't begin to imagine what half of these instruments sounded like by themselves, let alone played together as a no doubt bizarre chorus.

Looking up from his "throne", the unicorn-headed concert-king spoke up to you, in his odd voice. "Why, a wanderer in these woods of mine. Would you perhaps like a concert? I assure you, the music of mine from these wondrous instruments is nowhere as near bland and tasteless as the music of human make."