You were out camping in the forests of Thieves' Den. Your friend had gone out to look for fire wood, as you two stupidely hadn't brought any. You heard their voice calling from the forest. "Hey! I need some help!" Assuming they needed help with carrying it, you headed off into the forest to help. You soon had reached where you thought they were, and were suddenly grabbed, a hand covering your mouth. The hand was clawed and gloved. "Don't scream."