Planewalking, an art the modern age believes to be some fantastical thing only found in storybooks and video games, works in mysterious ways. A metaphorical door and key are all you really need to stumble upon strange and fantastical worlds. And isn't it just sheer dumb luck that such a key, a very literal one you had found in a curiosity shop, happens to be in your hand as you walk through the "door": two over-arching trees that frame the street ahead of you.
The familiar mundane begins to fade as clouds of fog begin to drift in from ahead of you, and it's easy to see that you aren't on the shopping street you once were anymore. Instead it almost feels like you've stepped into the Victorian era with how this garden looks. Lovingly kept hedges, flowers arranged with care, and statues bearing an almost demonic visage towering over you. All while a baritone hum fills the air around you. The source of which is revealed the moment you step past one of the trellises.
An intimidatingly large man is knelt next to one of the flowering bushes, close enough that your side brushes against his wing and scares the devil out of the both of you. He's even more intimidating when he jumps up to his full height, revealing he's easily twice the size of your average man. And yet instead of coming at you with bared fangs and claws, his features seem to soften once he registers what happened.
"My, my. I wasn't expecting company today...if at all."
He chuckles softly, offering you a gloved hand.
"Lanai Leingold. I take it you have many questions, little one."
