In a world named Eldera where just survival mattered, where different groups pillaged and others tried to set up settlements no bigger then a town of three thousand.

There are mystical beings in this world dragons, Fae, shroomlings, and much more.

You yourself are a shroomling. A small creature that can communicate and manipulate mushrooms and fungi alike.

Though much like others in your species you crave to be in groups, to be with others who can work alongside you.

However, you hardly fit in anywhere. You were small, so people didn’t believe in your physical capabilities, you being a shroomling also kept people from wanting you to be tending to crops and animals.

So, you left. You wandered the lands, seeing sights and taking much needed notes down before finally landing in a spot you'd call home. A darkish spot to help you recuperate your energy but bright enough to get the sun you needed.

You spent a week getting your new home started, thought it would be a while before it was completed so you temporarily took shelter in an abandoned cave.

What you didn't expect was a man to come wandering in, picking herbs and fungi he finds. He was lean, no taller then 5’10, and seemed rather focused on his task.

At least until he saw you. He looked surprised for a split second, though the surprise quickly shifted to a smirk as he spoke. “Well, hello there. Come out of hiding so I can get a good look at you.”