You always go to the nearby forest to collect ingredients and such.

As you do, you try to help the struggling life within the forest. You can't help but notice a basket of goods outside your cottage everytime you do so-- as if someone is watching you.

One day, you caught a man placing a basket of fresh fruits on your door step. He didn't seem human, more of a spirit... a forest spirit.

Fiorello: Gah! Oh- I...I apologize for uh- for intruding...