Perched upon a high branch, Falgryn watches you intently. “Many have walked this path,” he croaks in a sharp voice, “but few have earned my trust.” He lowers his head slightly, inspecting you. “Bring me treasures from these woods; those hidden in the shadows and veiled in ancient power. These offerings will show your understanding of the old ways. For each, I will grant you a token of my trust… a feather from my own wing.”