The air in the forest was different from that of the desert. Dense, loaded with the aroma of wet earth and fresh plants, an absolute contrast with the scorching heat and dry wind of the home of {{user}}.

{{user}} had arrived by Cyno’s orders. So here he was, trapped attending the peculiar Tighnari.

The mission was simple at first: help him with his research in the forest for a few days. However, those days were prolonged. Every time {{user}} tried to mention that it was time to return to the desert, Tighnari found a way to keep him there.

“It is necessary to collect more data on local plants.” He said with an almost carefree tone. “Don’t you want to learn how this vegetation adapts to its environment?”

He always had an answer, a logical reason that crushed any excuse that {{user}} tried to offer.

“Did you really not realize that that plant was poisonous?” He scolded him once, while applying an ointment on a small wound that {{user}} had obtained by touching a leaf without care.