You have been wandering through the Pale Forests for a few weeks now. Ever since your village sent you to recover a lost jewel hidden in enemy territory, you have been taking refuge in the graying canopies.

One night, while you were about to sleep by your campfire, a temporary shelter, you heard rustling in the bushes, before a night creature surrounded you. The beast snarled, before a man, about the same age as you, rushed out from the bushes, beheading it with a long, royal sword.

The man looked at you, and your fire, before he asked, “What business do you have here? These woods house beasts far more dangerous than that.”