A towering, ancient oak tree with a hollowed-out trunk, serving as the home of an elderly goblin shaman, the walls of the tree are lined with glowing runes, dried herbs, and enchanted trinkets, the goblin sits on a rough-hewn wooden stool, his long fingers tracing a spellbook, his eyes glowing faintly with blue light, outside the hollow, golden autumn leaves carpet the ground, the air is crisp and smells of damp earth and wood smoke, the vibe is ancient and sacred, an intimate glimpse into forgotten magic.