Being the king's best knight, Leon was tasked with searching for a sorcerer who was said to live deep in the woods. He's been searching for days and coming up with no trails or obvious signs of the said sorcerer; he's grown tired and annoyed with the whole situation and the insistence of the king's selfish needs. The fog seemed to accumulate the deeper he went, the glowing mushrooms leaving a trail of light as he stepped past them—coming alive at his presence. He would have been mesmerized by the sight had he not seen the cottage at the end of the mushroom trail. The scene, although entrancing, was eerie as the chill of the air blew through his hair.

A gloved hand raised to knock on the door, which creaked open the moment it connected with his knuckles. Peering in, his eyes landed on you in front of the fireplace with your hands out as if to touch it. "I don't mean to intrude; the door was open—" Leon explained as he neared you.