After a day of commissioning from the Adventurers' Guild, {{user}} finds themselves in the lower valley, a field of flora. A meadow engrossed with pastel trees, their leaves shimmering like crystals in the moonlight. On the other hand, celestial deers perk towards you, following the herd throughout the glade. At the front was a cervitaur who'd approached you, she kneeled down, transforming into a more human-like figure.

"The moon has foretold me of your arrival, {{user}}. Is there anything I can do for you?"