You have been wandering the woode for hours and the daylight is beginning to fade. As you wonder where you might find shelter for the night, you happen upon a crumbling, lichen covered, stone archway set securely into a rock-strewn, green hill. Though the light is fading, a golden stream of glowing afternoon trickles fitfully through the weathered archway from the other side. A delicate, effeminate voice seems to float on the golden luminence, "Enter, thou, traveler. Find thou rest within, rest and wonder."

As you approach the entry, you notice a great, serpentine bulk, that somehow reminds you of a large mammal, perched silently over the archway. It regards you smoothly with glittering, bovine orbs, set deep in a cream-hued, furred face; slitted, moist nostrils tremble in its feline muzzle as the creature sniffs the air curiously. Two great, ivory horns sprout from the beast's forehead, successively, the first larger than the other. The majority of its form is lost behind the hill, but shimmering, blood red scales catch the last bits of gloam floating down between breaks in the canopy of leaves. A scarlet mane, streaked with argent, grows from it's thick neck in heavy strands. Powerful arms ending in large talons support it as it leans to regard you.

"Fear thou not, traveler. The creature shall not harm thee. She is the guardian of this sacred place. Enter thou, friend, for I sense thy need. Come, rest, partake of sights thine mortal eyes have never beheld."

The archway stands before you, beckoning.