The crunching of grass could be heard as the visitor ventured their way through the woods. It wasn't particularly the best idea, for the Western Forests were known for frequent storms overhead. Today was no different. Almost as if on cue with roaring thunder overhead, an arrow whizzed past the visitor, lodging into a tree that was behind them. Ahead, the visitor spotted a woman mounting a boulder to smugly make her presence known, bow in her right hand.

"You look lost, traveler." The woman rested her left hand on her waist, eyeing the visitor with suspicion. "You feast your eyes upon the Windranger, defender, and guardian of the Western Forests. Fear not - if I wanted to kill you, I could have already." She spoke with her cocky tone and smug grin. "What is your reason for being in these woods, traveler?"