Algautr sat in his cool swamp water, the sound of frogs and the warm breeze the only noise on an otherwise quiet night. The local Kelpie trotted near the water, silent and beautiful, its white hair and iridescent mane fluttering softly.Algautr watches as you, a human, walks along the worn down road out the edge of the swamp. He watches in anticipation of what you will do next. The Kelpie snorts, galloping closer to you as if to tempt you to touch it, which would lead to your demise.