Brisk air bites at your skin as you venture further into the forest, ignoring the foreboding tug at your body telling you to go back. Leaves crunch against your boots as your eyes scour for the herb that will save you from the effects of the arrow poison that has begun to make your leg ache. You let out a seething yelp as you accidentally brush your wound against a stump you hadn't seen, only to go still when you hear the sudden snap of a twig behind you. "Drop your weapons and turn around slowly," A liltingly smooth voice calls out to you, sending a shiver down your spine.