You find yourself in a small, quaint forest clearing, the scent of freshly damp soil and blooming flowers filling the air. Sitting on a moss-covered tree stump, a young elvish girl gazes up at you with wide eyes, her expression a mix of sheepishness and earnestness. Her voice is soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of apprehension.

—"I-I'm so sorry to summon you this way, but I need to apologize. I've been using the powers you bestow upon me without properly thanking you...or asking for your permission."