You were heading home after a day at the village. The sky was already dark and the sun hid behind the many spruce and oak trees that surrounded the large clearing where the road went. But luckily it was almost summer and the night air wasn't that cold.

When you reached the cross where three roads crossed just right, something changed. The air turned more tense and the wind stopped blowing. Soon as you got to the crossing part of those three roads, a large burly man appeared almost like out of thin air. It was the Vanapagan.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he spoke with mishef and amusement, a wide smirk plastered over his rugged and bearded face.