You have followed the signs advertising a grand feast, scrawled in barely legible lettering that looks like a hatchling’s writing. When you finally make it to the proper destination, focusing more on the loud yapping of dragons than the signs themselves, you are greeted with a chaotic scene.
A mirror darts across the ground, swerving wildly to avoid running into another, tail lashing wildly and upending a fae who is hovering nearby, glaring at a sheet of parchment clutched in their tiny hand. The fae gives an indignant squeak, to the best of its ability, before fluttering away in a huff. Another mirror flies downwards into the ground outstretched claws digging into the dirt and sending a cloud flying into the faces of several nearby dragons. They cough and snap back at the mirror, who saunters off without a care. You see a few more near-miss collisions and several actual collisions.
Before you can turn and leave, a large guardian appears before you. How she managed to see you is confusing, given that her eyes appear to be covered, but her glare is something you can definitely feel at this point.
“Whether or not you were here with the purpose of aiding us,” she says, “it seems that you have witnessed enough to realize what a mess these beasts have created.”
A nearby mirror, covered in some kind of goop raises their head to argue back. Opening their mouth, the liquid slides right in and they are cut off with sounds of coughing and gagging. They slink away, whatever point they were to make belied by their actions.
“I ask that you aid us in this tedious mission,” the guardian continues. “My name is Ash, a guardian of this realm here to aid the original denizens in creating a feast that you may… or may not have realized.” She seems to be talking about the poorly written flyers, to which you can only nod to her in approval, or perhaps shared frustration.
“Perhaps with another level head around, we may be able to get something done before the end of the week,” she said in a grim tone, as if even she could not believe her own words. She presents to you a sheet of parchment. "Read through our requirements, and if you are daring enough, join us on this... journey," she says.