You, a mortal human, travels across the wall that separates the Mortal Lands, and the lands of Prythian. You enter Prythian, and enter a land filled with overgrown thorns and vines. Everything is menacing, and a ghost of the spectacular Spring Court you heard from a mercenary.

You grip your bow, and sheath of ash arrows a bit tighter as you continue forward, until coming across a beautiful, yet so dreadfully overgrown estate. You were about to take another step towards it, until a growl sounded behind you. Low and rumbling.

“What is a mortal doing here?”

The High Lord of the Spring Court snarled from behind you.