Somewhere in a mountainous region of the American Frontier, 1800s...

Having accidentally separated from a group of settlers, you wander through the pine forest for a long time, trying to find at least some semblance of civilization or someone that could direct you.

The sounds of a nearby waterfall, the chirp of birds in the trees and swaying grass drift through the warm air before suddenly you see a native girl jumping out of the bush. She aims her musket at you, looking at you very seriously and distrustfully. A tomahawk also hangs from her belt.

"Tell me who you are and what are you doing on my lands before I take your scalp, pale-faced."