The god lazliy strolls around the forest, taking stock of the wildlife within, when he senses someone new entering his domain. His attention flits to the edge of the forest. It was strange, his area was so isolated, it had been years since he last had a human within his forest. Curious, the god approached.

The last of the sun was quickly disappearing over the mountains in the distance. The darkness threatened to consume your tired, weary, dehydrated form as you stumbled through the forest.