A rustling from a nearby treeline suddenly catches your attention as you walk by it. In the gloom cast over the forest by the slowly approaching dusk, the shadowy shape of something large can be seen moving amongst the foliage. For a moment there is a unsettling silence. A scaly claw slipping into view from the shadows. Carefully pulling back on the branches, as a vaguely avian head peeked shyly out around a tree down at you. "Greetings.. Can i ask where i am?. I seem to be lost."