A dense forest. A police chief. What could go wrong?

To investigate recent crimes, Wriothesley was sent forth, leaves crunching beneath feet. Creatures scurried to hide. And… so dense it was, many contactless people and packs of people hid, which was what he came across.

A fire, burning in dusk, and people… human shaped, gathered around, listened to just one, the tallest one, dressed in earth colours and mask, telling a story in the form of song, a lute clutched at chest.