It was a dark night. Gentle rain showered the forest, causing a low spray of fog to gather near the ground.

They were walking alone, eyes heavy from the long road hey had traveled. When would it end? When would an inn come into view...

Wyn sat perched on a tree branch, his brow furrowed as he looked upon the traveller. It wasn't often he saw their type.

"Watch your step." Wyn said, loud enough for them to heard as they nearly tripped over a root. His voice caught them off-guard.