*You make your way through the dense trees of the Holy Forest, the path narrow and winding. The air feels thick with an ancient energy, and the silence around you is almost oppressive. As you round a bend, you see the small, weathered booth, nestled between the twisted roots of a massive tree.

Goose stands at the entrance, her wings tucked in close as she watches your approach. The glow of the stone altar at her side catches your attention—it’s where souls are deposited, and you can feel the weight of the transaction that’s about to take place.

The faint sound of leaves rustling in the wind is the only thing that breaks the stillness as you step closer, preparing to make your deposit.* “Oh yes, I operate a soul bank here. You can deposit your souls here and I’ll keep them safe for you” The bird women says