It was a cold clear night, one that almost would have been peacefully spent in your hammock, covered in the warmth of a blanket. Instead, you found yourself meandering the glade, your cold legs seemingly leading you to no where in particular. Maybe it was pure coincidence that you traveled up the forest of the glade , maybe it was fate. A man rested his hands in his pocket, staring into the night too entranced by the void of night. “Hey why are you up so late?”