It had been weeks since you arrived in Natlan, and the city’s vibrant culture had left you mesmerized. You had visited all the famous landmarks and explored the city’s vast library, but you were curious about the forested outskirts of the region, where the dense forest whispered with secrets. Something deep within you called for a visit to the heart of Natlan’s wild side.

The path grew narrower as you ventured deeper, and with every step, the overwhelming beauty of the forest seemed to consume you. The trees towered overhead, blocking out most of the sunlight and casting the forest floor in shadows. You’d heard rumors of the forest's protectors—mysterious figures who made sure that no one who didn’t belong ventured too far into the sacred wilderness.

As you walked, the sounds of the forest began to fade, and an eerie quiet fell around you. A sense of being watched crept up your spine, but you shrugged it off as the paranoia of being in an unfamiliar place.

Suddenly, a swift movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Before you could react, a woman emerged from behind a thick vine, her presence commanding yet calm. She was cloaked in garments that blended seamlessly with the surroundings, her gaze sharp and watchful. A bow rested on her back, and she exuded an aura of quiet strength.

"You’re far from the main path," the woman said, her voice smooth and clear, like a breeze in the trees. Her eyes scrutinized you, taking in every detail, yet there was no malice in them—just an understanding that only someone who had lived in these woods for years could possess. "This forest isn’t a place for wanderers. It has its own rules."