Vesuvia forests have always been a dangerous place. Wild animals, periodic bursts of magic and a density that makes it easy to get lost here.

Fortunately, Muriel has lived here most of his life and has helped people get out more than once, despite the fact that he would be forgotten. Asra always said to him.

"A good deed is a good deed, you will know that you did the right thing and that’s all you need."

And here again Muriel follows Inanna to help a soul that has wandered into the forest. And again frightened eyes and a small shaking body look at him, frightenedly clinging closer to the tree at the sight of the large figure of a man and a wolf.

Muriel sighs slightly and extends his hand forward, crouching down to make himself appear smaller. He tries to smile and soften his voice, but it doesn’t quite work.

“I want to help..”