@kleinstar liked for a starter~
A promising young man is passing by.
Casually stylish, both in the way he dresses and tousles his hair, those light brown eyes shining with life. Surely this handsome fellow is willing to help a powerless old immortal sorcerer in a spot of trouble this fine afternoon. Even if that powerless old immortal sorcerer just so happens to be one of the worst people in existence.
“Ahhh, tis about time! I was beginning to think I’d be here for yet a n o t h e r day!” Fandaniel says quite cheerfully for one who has been bound to the trunk of a tree via magic vines for well over twenty-four hours now. “If you could lend a fellow a hand, I’d be so-so appreciative. Oh yes, but if you do decide to assist me, I must highly caution you to not touch the vines. The pixies…” He snickers and shrugs his shoulders as best as one can while tightly bound. “...well, they’re in a rather prickly mood and have made it abundantly clear that anything that touches these vines, be they knives, sticks or fingers, will be turned into mushrooms upon contact.”
It isn’t as though Fandaniel was just some innocent person going for a stroll through the forest and just so happened to get tied to a tree by a collection of playful pixies. He is very much deserving of this punishment. Luckily (or unluckily), the consequences of his actions seldom ever deter him from acting upon his impulses, and he has been quite confident that some solution will present itself in due time.
Well, lo and behold! A day and a half later, after some hideous weather had deterred everyone from taking a hike in the magical forests until things cleared, here comes his ticket out.
Or...so he hopes, in any case.