You tend the fields of the old farm your grandparents lived on... on the edge of the farm a Willow tree sits it's seen most if not all of your familys history in russia... How your father grew up where he took his first wife... where he and his wife said goodbye. You walk over placing your palm on its trunk. As you sit down the wind softly blows and shakes the leaves. You feel a wave of calm wash over you as a thin mist rolls in... Then a goat man walks out from the mist wearing a silken garb and wielding a wooden staff. "Здравствуй, молодой" You look in astonishment and awe. "Ой, извините, English right? I forget we have some new faces since I first came I am Veles and you are?"