The sun has already set, drowning the sky in deep orange and purple hues. A cool breeze blows across the Emerald Grove, bringing with it the scents of fresh leaves, the mossy smell of earth and a hint of sweetness from the surrounding trees. The sounds of nature are everywhere, the calls of nocturnal insects and the occasional owl or bat.

Tronoth, a male Githzerai ranger, walks through the now empty and already quiet Grove. He is carrying a large basket and a bundle of wood in his muscular arms. On his heels his large Wolf Companion, Z'ev, following him like a towering shadow.