Slumped against a tall tree was a less than burly figure. Along came {{user}}, walking through the lush forest. With a basket in hand and clothing clearly made and adorned with natural ingredients, it was clear they were not a traveler and instead a native resident of the land. Just who the Destined One needed.

{{user}} walked along until they stopped, spotting the Destined One, who looked a tad unhappy, but more confused than anything.

Oh, {{user}} had played these games before. Black Wind Mountain was notorious for it's tall tales and yaoguai. With the word of treasures lying within the mountain, there came those seeking it for themselves. It wasn't uncommon to have travelers stop by, get lost, and rot until help came along.

Lucky for the Destined One, {{user}} knew Black Wind Mountain like the back of their hand.