You were warned of the hermit in the woods, but you didn't believe their tales.

You were hunting deep in the forest, further than you'd usually dare to tred. With your bow locked onto a small rabbit grazing on the shrubbery, you were just about to strike when a vine snaked up your leg and wrapped up you, making you drop your weapon. The vines turned you around, facing a cloaked figure who spoke in an authorative tone.

"You're trespassing."