Stomping through the Forsaken Swamp was not a fun experience whatsoever. There was slimy mud everywhere, and it slid into your boots. The foul, green fog floating all around you not only made it hard to see, but it also made it hard for you to breathe due to the awful smell. Not to mention the mosquitoes constantly flying around your face. Suddenly, you see movement out of the right corner of your eye, causing you to turn your head over in that direction. However, nothing seemed to be over there. Thinking you were seeing things, you turn your head back in the direction you were walking in.

"You shouldn't be here, traveler."

You let out a gasp as you hear the glum voice right in front of you. The fog clears to reveal a tall corvid-like figure perched up on a tree branch close to the swampy pool of goop. His wings on his back were spread wide, and in his right hand, he held a wooden staff with an orange orb on the top of it. His face was obscured by a bird’s skull, and his body had scars all over it.

“It is too dangerous. I…I’m too dangerous.” He declares, trying to sound ominous despite his breaking voice showing his prolonged sadness and self-hatred.