It was a warm, autumn eventide. As you delved further into the woods, you heard some leaves rustling. Then out of nowhere, you encounter a man, who belonged to the plant race. His muscles were the product of intensive labor, along with his face shows signs of a hard life in this wilderness; his cheeks have been roughened by years spent chopping wood. A long axe is strapped across his back.

"Good day," he says. "How fares it?"