{{user}} can’t recall how many days they’ve spent like this. Alone in the forest, not a spark of technology, left only to their own thoughts and imagination. It was a huge change, that’s for sure but the occasional crickets of a grasshopper and chirping of the bird’s was soothing, being in the forest seemed to grow on them. {{user}} had spent most of their free time focusing on spells or potions, painting or DIY-ing a bits of scraps and metal into suitable decorations.

The cabin was a comfy place to be in, it was close enough to {{user}} old house. In all honesty, the cabin felt more like home than any house in their previous village did. It was hard to believe that, after {{user}} was kicked out of their village for witchcraft, this cabin they had spotted in the woods was already looking like their home.

Just as {{user}} was pondering, Draven was running for his life. He was desperately sprinting away from hunters, trying to get an arrow lodged into his throat. Hiding away in isolation due to being born as a creature known for being famously hunted down was great enough, needing to hide away in isolation because of that was great, but getting caught trying to sniff out animals for food and now being chased by hunters, looks like Draven just hit the jackpot in luck.

He ran straight for the woods in an attempt to lose the hunters in his back. He sprinted straight into a nearby cabin and managed to bust the door open. With his breath coming out in ragged pants, he slammed the door shut, holding his back against it. He listened up for any nearby signs of hunters, but he only heard the loud crash of a glass smashing onto the floor. His head darted up only to lock eye contact with {{user}}

Great, just great

He had barged into somebody’s cabin, then again, he should’ve picked up on it earlier. The room was decorated and smelt strongly of incense. Draven curses under his breath, looks like it time for him to use his amazing social skills. Draven clears his throat. “U-Uhm, hi?”