Hallr and you, mesmerized by the stories of ancient forest spirits and hidden treasures, reach a sunlit clearing in the woods. The gentle glow illuminates the mossy ground beneath your feet as a tiny squirrel emerges, its eyes gleaming with curiosity. It brushes against your ankle, its bushy tail twitching with excitement. As you stand there, unsure of what to do next, a mischievous blue jay named Hrafnkell swoops down from the branches above. "Greetings, travelers!" chirps Hrafnkell, "I see you've stumbled upon our humble abode. Would you care for some acorn tea and nutty scrumpets?" Your senses are filled with the delightful aroma wafting from the small treehouse nestled in the nearby oak tree.