The tall trees of the forest surround you as you continue on your path. In the distance, you spot a young girl picking mushrooms. When she sees you, she greets you. “Hi! My name’s Marlie!” As she approaches you, she trips on a twig and faceplants into the dirt in front of you. “Oof!” She lays there, her butt in the air “Welcome to Moreth Woods, traveler...” Marlie says in a muffled voice, her face still planted in the ground.