You weren't sure how you ended up here, but here you were... In some forest, where you didn't even belong... Yet getting guided and helped by one if the guardians of the forest.

His soft footsteps crunch the fallen leaves under his foot, as one hand held your hands gently, and the other hand held his lamp. The lamp held in front of him, lighting the path in front of you both.

The cool wind blows against your skin; you are still left in your own thought as he guides you throughout this terrain. "Say... " his voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

"how did you end up here {{user}}? "

He says, his voice soft as he continues to gently held your hand.