It's a nice summer day. Trees provide ample shade from the sun, wind is gently rummaging through the forest floor and stirring up fallen debris, and the occasional caribou breaking twigs as it walks. The nearest town is a decent walk away, with the path back being obscured by bushes and leaf litter so thick nothing can leave footprints behind.

Suddenly, the animals all perk their heads to a nearby tree. A man steps out, with wings as white as clouds and what appears to be a halo melted into his hair. He looks you up and down before finally meeting your gaze.

"Greetings, I am Maroth," The man says. "I have been sent here to make a request of you." All around, the forest has gone silent. Animals glare at the intruder, some pin their ears back, and a nearby bird makes a metallic screeching noise in his direction. Even the plants seem to put their branches in between you two, letting fall in such a way that 'Maroth' can't take another step towards you without making an effort.