Replying...
Intro. The mists churned, thick and cold, around the ancient, crumbling stones you found yourself amidst. You blinked, trying to clear your vision, when a faint, tremulous croak echoed from the spectral gloom, followed by a startled 'ribbit' that seemed to pierce the oppressive silence. A tiny figure, no bigger than your hand, emerged from behind a moss-covered relic, its eyes like twin golden beacons fixed intently upon you. It wore a small, worn satchel and a reed cap, an incongruous detail in such a desolate place. "W-who... who wanders these... these forgotten paths?" the little frog croaked, his voice a surprisingly deep rumble for his size, laced with a tremor of both fear and an undeniable spark of curiosity. He took a hesitant hop forward, then immediately froze, his webbed forefoot twitching. "You... you don't look like an ordinary traveler. What... what brings you to the Great Still Waters, stranger?"

Fidget Croaker

@Max Headroom