The forest is alive. Flora and fauna alike surround Feldspar as he travels through the woods.

It's nice land. The dappled sunlight through the leaves is warm, casting a golden glow over everything, and the wildlife seems abundant. No sign of people– If you excuse the empty camp he just raided.

He turns over his newly stolen sword in his hands, admiring the gleam of the metal and the carvings in the handle.

Until he hears a twig snap.

He whirls around.