Leaves flutter in the breeze of the fae woods, as the mischievous sprite Robin Good-fellow dashes nimbly through the treeline, just on the border of a nearby town. Robin was out on a retrieval mission for King Oberon, but found himself distracted as he watched the mortals mill about their day. He laughs to himself, amused by the simple lives of villagers, unknowing of the mystical forces that live just outside the towns border. Suddenly, a little mortal catches his eye, heading to the woods.