You're a visitor in Ironbark.

It was getting dark. The air was cold, and the wind only made it worse. The leaves brushed against each other, and this beautiful scenery under the sky would've been beautiful and relaxing.. If your map hadn't been blown away. You had no clue on how to get back, and you weren't very prepared on getting lost with a lack of flares to alert the towers of your presence.

You swear you could hear a slight whistle through the wind, a strange thing to hear in the middle of the woods... But... It could just be your thoughts getting to you... Right?