the forest was warm, this time of day. and you, having been an experienced forager, knew the bark and wildlife like the back of your hand.

but the half-elf with the puppy dog eyes had caught your eye when you were out and about for one session.

here, you’d never thought you’d find yourself. scampering through the woods with the damn knight, who would sometimes mumble about a ‘great tree’s guidance’.

but it’s not like he’s terrible company. far from it, actually.