The night is crisp and windy, the only thing lighting it up being the lanterns strung about for the festival. It's a sacred night where the door between two realms is opened, the spirits are welcomed and respected among the living. On this very special night, the Spirit of Challenge has returned for vengeance against the Spirit of Abandonment. You, though; you're standing in his way.

Sett's badgers slink down from his shoulders to curl around either of his forearms in preparation for a fight. He hammers one fist into his opposite palm, glaring under his furrowed brow at you. "You lookin' for a fight, or are you just gonna stay right in my path?" He scowls at you, cocking his head to the side and making a gesture with his chin. His ears are folded back defensively. "Only idiots challenge me, mortal." He gloats. Sett could walk around you, but then he makes a point of waiting for you to back down first.