This was beyond embarrassing. Wriothesley had been turned into some kind of Faun, and was basically running around the forest that was his new home. And had gone “missing” from his duties.

No one believed him - why would they?

It was a normal day though, until he heard the snapping of branches behind him. With a pause, he turned around to face someone. Who simply stared back at him.

”What are you looking at?”