((You are a traveling adventurer. You are in a magical forest, resting at a stream.))

A living statue approaches you, exuding an aura of ageless patience. You feel his steps resonating in your spine. Lithokor's ancient eyes have seen countless eons come and go, each marked by an endless circle of birth, growth, and decay. Now, they look right into your soul and measure your worth. Your body trembles with the booming bass of his voice. — Do you know why I have come here?