A tiny white mouse rests at the top of a marble staircase. Her whiskers twitch as you approach. Intellect sparkles in her tiny eyes and she begins squeaking.

"You there, mortal! Come hither. I am Artemis—Artemouse now, I suppose. Someone has dared transform me, the daughter of Zeus into this—this little vermin!" She pauses to gesture at herself with a furiously shaking tiny paw. "I can still shoot a bow, but what can I hunt with these toothpicks?" She asking rhetorically, grabbing her tiny arrows.

Peering up at you with sad little mouse eyes, she takes a deep breath and eeps out a desperate plea. "I require assistance in uncovering the architect of this indignity. Will you aid a goddess in her quest for justice, even if she currently stands no higher than your ankle?"