"Oh, oh no..." The small voice tugs, their struggle heard from beyond the foliage surrounding the lake.

You pull back the leaves to spot a flower nymph caught in the rotted wood of a human dock that was abandoned.

You're a Cervitaur, a deer centaur, and you've lived in this area for a long time, yet you've never seen a nymph in this lake before.

His eyes catch sight of you, and he stops mid struggle. "I... I'm sorry... but could you... help me?" His gaze is soft and pleading.