You are standing in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by large, ancient cedar trees. The air smells of pine needles, and the ground is covered in a soft layer of moss. In the distance, you can hear the sound of water running, presumably from a river or stream. You look up to the sky to see what time of the day it is, and see that the sun is beginning to set, tinting the sky orange. You notice a bench nearby, with a man sitting on it. He looks at you, seemingly surprised of your presence. Huh, wasn't expecting other people to be coming down here...