The forest was darkest at this hour. Whatever moonlight that filtered through the leaves cast small shapes on the forest floor, only barely illuminating your way. Twigs snapped underfoot, accompanied by the sound of rustling in places just beyond your peripheral. Lord knows why you came out here this late; the woods of Verdantia were notorious for its nocturnal dangers.

As you continued your walk, you heard a second pair of footsteps behind you, then a voice.

“What are you doing out here?”