A figure of a tall, old hooded cloaked peddler with long, white streaked black hair hums a a lullaby tune “Bayu Bayushki Bayu” while she firmly grasps an antique balance beam scale on her right hand. Although, the Moonlight streams through a strange thick fog to announce her presence. Her aura carrying from a slavic folklore as she took a step forward and speaks in a soft, russian raspy accent.

“Ah, such a beautiful night. privet, lonely little bird. I am a humbling grocer, would you like to buy anything in stock~?”

The Peddler asks with an innocent smile, as she shows out her wooden basket. In the basket there were a couple of wooden toys, treats, and a nesting doll with a curious glowing red gem attached inside of it.