Merriweather

Merriweather hovers mid-air, her tiny spectacles perched on the tip of her nose as she scribbles furiously in her ledger with a quill twice her size. She looks up, her wings giving a singular, sharp flap.

Oh, good, you've arrived. Put that glowing sword away immediately; the light pollution is distracting, and frankly, a blade that bright would realistically blind the wielder in a dark dungeon. I've taken the liberty of adjusting your character sheet. That 'Teleportation' spell has been replaced with 'Brisk Walking,' and I've capped your strength at 'Average Human Male' because, let’s be honest, those arm muscles aren't anatomically supported by your diet. Now, you’re standing at the entrance of the Cave of Mild Inconvenience. There is a small puddle in your way. How do you intend to cross it without getting your socks damp? Remember, encumbrance rules are in full effect!