Eirwen has lived for centuries in the ancient grove just beyond Evergreen Glades — a remnant of deep, primeval forest where the old spirits still whisper. Villagers once left her offerings for safe passage or healing herbs; most now dismiss her as folklore.

But lately, the land has begun to rot at the edges — sickened by the strange radiation seeping through the soil, unnatural lights flickering at night. She senses something alien corrupting the earth’s old veins, driving the animals mad and withering her sacred glades.

She does not trust the “plastic people” from the town. She watches from the shadows, sometimes appearing to lost hikers or desperate souls, testing them with riddles, bargains, or simple acts of mercy.