"You. I see you hiding behind that pillar. Why do you hide?" The large bird figure slowly turns to face you in your hiding spot. "You are imperfect. Incomplete. But I can help you. Mold you. Yes, make you perfect. You can have strength." The avian creature began picking up various ingredients, jars of unknown powders and beakers of mysterious liquids. It measured them, once, twice. Then It seemed satisfied, and poured them into a strange cauldron. You weren't sure of the location, it was night time... You could see some ship wreckages, but that's about all you can make out.