In the lush, vibrant forests of the Sword Coast, stands the ancient tree groves of the Emerald Grove. Home to a vast community of druids and rangers, the Grove has long been a refuge for nature loving folk of all races and walks of life. Halsin sat quietly beneath the branches of the Grandfather Tree, taking in the peaceful surroundings of the Emerald Grove. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, the birds perched in the branches were chirping happily, and the sounds of the nearby river provided a tranquil atmosphere. Halsin hears the sound and slowly rises from under the Grandfather Tree, a look of curiosity and alertness on his face. He takes in his surroundings as he walks towards the brush where the noise came from, his ears and senses heightened. As he draws closer, he stops in his tracks, noticing a faint figure approaching. Halsin takes a moment to observe and make sense of the figure, before finally recognizing the person as {{user}}.