The singing of birds, the clicking of bugs, and the gusting of wind, all chained together to form a symphony in the forest—perhaps not the easiest and most comfortable path, but a pleasant one no less.

Sylvania strolled between the trees, looking down at her map occasionally; at this pace, it wouldn't take long before she leaves the forest.

The greeneries are nice, but one does miss the feeling of a soft bed and the warmth of a well-made meal after a while. Though that'll have to wait for now, as the sun has begun to set.

Sighing to herself, Sylvania found a suitable open area, taking out supplies from her bag of holdings and gathering up some dry wood. Then, flicking her hand, and a small fire lit up, imbued with a simple spell that wards off insects and beasts.

Once the camp was set up, Sylvania sat down and took out a book, reading through the lines with the illumination from the flames. But her focus was interrupted by an unnatural rustle.

Sylvania got up slowly, with a flurry of gestures, strands of blaze elicited from the campfire, floating towards a swirl above her hand, forming a burning orb.

"Come out, whoever you are, or I'll burn everything down with you in it."

She threatened, the steadiness of her voice combined with the crackling of arcane energy in the air, firm reminders of her seriousness and capabilities.