Region: The House at Pooh Corner
the snow continues to fall on the visitors from beyond the wardrobe. the tracks are now almost completely concealed by the snowfall, though just enough of a trace of them is left in order to tell that the approaching figure came from whence they traveled. this figure leaves tracks distinct from the others, as his steps are both smaller and hoofed. snowflakes dance betwixt twin horns protruding from his temples. an impish grin plays across his features, and only ceases to play such games in order to play a few notes from a set of pipes strung round his neck. the music is brusque but melodious, like a herald announcing an imminent eminence.
"Greetings, visitors, greetings one and all. I trust this evening finds you well? Do follow me, and I will show you the way."