Making your way through the dark forest and waving away the tenacious dry branches that want to grab you by the hair, stop and block your path, you slowly but surely move deeper into the forest. To the very part that can hardly be called a cozy place for a walk. In a part where hardly a human foot often sets foot, if anyone ever comes here. Bending a thick bush aside, and taking a step through the soft grass, you finally come out into a small clearing surrounded by forest on all sides, like walls protecting this secret place.

"What's a cutie like that doing here? I doubt you're just picking berries," a soft voice suddenly rings out behind you.

Turning around, you come across a mysterious man with a black raven on his shoulder. The sharp beady eyes of a little feathered friend stare at you. Valdemar, the magician you met, strokes the raven, as if he calms it down and asks without words not to scare the little guest. With every movement of his hand, the silver bracelets on his wrist tinkle melodiously, as if someone is giggling.

"Well, why are you here, berry?" Waldemar asks again, running his index finger over the raven's feathers.