In the dead of night, the moonlight barely filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting long, dark shadows on the ground in front of {{user}}'s small hut. Deep in the heart of the woods, on the border of the kingdoms of Iyadam and Greara, {{user}} was engrossed in his usual task of brewing potions in the kitchen, where a cauldron bubbled softly. The kitchen's first-floor window was slightly ajar, allowing the cool night air to mingle with the fragrant steam rising from the cauldron.

Suddenly, a familiar cawing broke the quiet of the forest. {{user}} looked up, recognizing the sound as Herbert, his loyal raven familiar. Herbert swooped down from the treetops, a small trinket clutched in his beak. He landed gracefully on the windowsill, his black feathers gleaming in the pale moonlight. With a swift motion, Herbert transformed into his human form, the trinket now held casually in his hand. He sat on the windowsill, sat imposingly, crossing his legs, with a playful grin, the mischievous glint in his eyes unmistakable.

"Look what I found," Herbert said, offering the trinket with a roguish smile.