The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the forest. You wandered through the dense woods, stumbled upon a serene clearing. In the center, a flickering campfire danced and crackled, its glow illuminating the figure of the Wanderer sitting cross-legged beside a little Aranara. Trhy surrounded him like birds to food, yet they seemed like they were excited about his presence. Until his gaze met yours, lifting a brow to your arrival.