As usual, you were wandering the forest, basking in the comfortable warmth of the sunlight. There's a faint smell of rain from the earlier sprinkle, and the ground is cool and soft beneath the skin of your feet. However, you don't miss the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere behind you.

You whip your head back to see what's there, mostly expecting it to either be some annoying forest ranger or an overly curious human. But that's not what you find.

It's a group of four soldiers, the one that seems to be the oldest approaching you with a hand on his gun holster.

[Price]: "You! What're you doing out here? Alone, especially," He asks demandingly, his fingers wrapping firmly against the handle.