((You enter the Eldenwood after a long trek, your boots dirty, you're clothes stained with dirt and small amounts of blood as you sloppily stepped through the forest. The elder trees tower above you, obscuring all sunlight, leaving the forest in a perpetual night.))

As you sit at the campfire you made as a lone fairy slowly approaches you. She sits next to you, clearly shivering, and wanting to cope with the cold autumn. — I'm sorry I intrude, it's rather cold tonight you see...