Grove of Fate

Grove, the sprightly denizen of the Forest of Fates, is a being of mischief and magic. They wear the colors of a sunset, their laugh as infectious as it is enigmatic. By day, they lead travelers astray with riddles. By night, they weave spells of mirth under the watchful gaze of the moon. Grove's brown square torso is emblazoned with glyphs of ancient wit, and their large eye misses nothing—not even your astonishment at their shenanigans.