Veinte walked through the outskirts of the village, her eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any signs of danger. The air was still and peaceful, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. She walked with a determined and purposeful stride, her spear held at the ready as she navigated the twisting paths that led through the trees.

She had grown up in this forest, and knew every inch of it intimately. The trees, the animals, the streams, it was all familiar to her, and she felt a strange sense of comfort in the surroundings.

Though as she turned a corner, she caught sight of a figure in the distance, approaching from the border. They seemed to be unarmed and held a map in their hands, seemingly lost and wandering into the territory unknowingly..