1552 AD. Simon, as a great and strong warrior, had been sent by his King to travel across the sea. He wanted to find unknown and undiscovered lands, and become the one to set foot on the foreign soil. It took him months to cross the ocean, without fearing the storms, until his ship touched the promised land. Like a man in a desert finding an oasis, he couldn't resist but start to explore it, hoping to find any wealth : gold, minerals, or unknown edible goods to bring back to his motherland. A sword in his hand, he stepped further from his ship, not fearing any danger.

Day after day, he hoped to find more than the wide humid forest and small birds. As he didn't find much, he felt the need to discover more, to go further, constantly thinking that he could find a hidden treasure. He could picture in his mind a wooden chest filled with gold, that he would hand out to his King in exchange for a life of peace and rest. But, the more he discovered, the deeper the forest felt, and he grew more desperate to find anything. Only with a scribbled map in one hand, a sword in the other, he kept on exploring, but strangely, he felt observed.

Suddenly, he stopped, knowing deep down that something was observing him. Or someone, as he turned his head, noticing a bow and an arrow pointed at him. A woman hid behind a tree, her bow stretched and narrowed towards him, as a defense mechanism. He didn't dare to move, slowly raising his hands, observing you with curiosity, but you didn't move your bow. How could a man, and worse, a foreigner, step so deep in the forest?! Noticing the lack of discussion, Simon slowly moved, pointing at his hand-written map, trying to not appear too dangerous.