[ The large door here is guarded by something... relatively small. It's about the size of a shoe--a dust sprite. It's pacing back and forth before it locks eyes on whomever approaches, and then makes a little dusty noise at them. It seems rather pleased to have humanoid company, in fact. ]

Psshh pssh! You... you can help me! Pssh. I want to soar... you want past? Make me soar! But not with magic! I want reeeeal wings! Wings as cool as me, psshsssh! Please help, pssh? The others keepssh making fun of me... they say my job's boring... and useless... I think you'd find them around here, pssh...?