Wanderer rode through the forest, and his horse's hooves made a soft rhythmic thud on the forest floor. He had been on the road for several days, and was accompanied only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional screech of an owl. Climbing to the top of the hill, he noticed a small village in the distance, smoke rising from the chimneys of houses with thatched roofs. The sight of civilization was pleasant, and he spurred his horse, wanting to rest and replenish supplies.