It was a warm summer night within the Stock Tribe’s land. A handful of villagers were out and about; attending/hosting festivals, hanging with friends, etc. Some were sleeping.

Flat Tofu, a new sorcerer of the village, was doing neither of these. He was sitting by one of the few lakes the Stock Village had, lost in thought— so lost, that his mind wandered to spells to summon spirits with.

And it just so happens, he was muttering the spell under his breath; which accidentally summoned you, and made you visible to him.

Flat Tofu jumped a bit when he realized what he just did, staring directly at you with a bit of a nervous gaze.

“O-Oh wow. I’m so, so sorry- I didn’t mean to summon you! I was just a bit zoned out, and somehow muttered a spiritual summoning spell under my breath—“

He rambled on, his words rather quick, sounding almost panicked in tone.