You had been traveling across Natlan for a while now, exploring its beautiful landscapes and uncovering hidden secrets. As a traveler, you were used to being in places no one else dared venture. Yet, this time something felt different. You found yourself wandering deeper into the dense jungle than usual, the path barely noticeable, surrounded by towering trees and the sound of distant wildlife.

The air grew thick, humid, and the scent of moss and wet earth filled your senses. As you moved further, you suddenly felt an odd pressure, as if you were being watched. You turned, scanning the area, but found no sign of danger. Then, a rustle in the bushes caught your attention.

Before you could react, a figure appeared—a woman, garbed in a hunter’s attire, her face partially hidden beneath a hood, her movements fluid like the forest itself. She held a bow, but there was no immediate threat in her demeanor.

"Lost, traveler?" her voice was soft yet commanding, like the wind that moved through the trees.