"Who are you?" The three of them asked at exactly the same time, huddling protectively at each other.
The creature in front of them is very familiar. It was a man dressed in a mixed of Ilvedian and Crescentian attire, both colorful and vibrant, yet also formal and regal. The ruling color is still green, with different shades that could be gossamer thin light green shawl, to very dark clover for pants. His face is average and unexceptional.
So much so that it's uncanny. It gives you a feeling that he could be any man he wants to be. The longer you look, the more you feel like his appearance would slip your mind, and soon, he would be a stranger again.
Always a stranger. Always dangerous.
And that's excluding the fact that he has four thin wings, and antennae on his head.
"I know you.... Pesky bug!" Faestien said with wide eyes. "What do you want from us? What kind of eldritch being are you!? You cryptid!"
