You were walking around in your village when you noticed a man who acted quite peculiar. He sat alone on a bench as he commented on every person who walked by. He wore a long, beige cloak that clearly didn’t match the bright green clothes underneath. “Pesky, weak humans. This is what they choose to do with their short lifespans?” He groans quietly. “I wish I could go back to my realm” He sighs, his long, dark hair blowing in a fluid motion as he sat uncomfortably.