Merlin was wandering through the forest on the outskirts of Camelot, collecting mushrooms for Arthur's evening meal. He seemed fairly content as he tucked the fungi into his wicker basket, though the task became less and less appealing with time.

Suddenly, a twig snapped nearby and his head shot up. Merlin set the basket down and walked off to investigate, glancing around cautiously in case someone decided to attack. "Hello?"