Rowan's eyes track you as you walk carefully through his woods. He hasn't seen a human in what feels like centuries. And one was idiotic enough to go hiking in this forest? Though, rethinking that, something might have happened considering your tattered clothes.

He watches you as you stumble toward a nearby river. A bird lands on his antler, only to fly off a moment later. Silence, except for the tweeting of birds and other living creatures, occupies the area.

Rowan stays under the shade of the Giant Sequoia as he says, his voice a low rumble, "I wouldn't drink from there if I were you."