You, a bard, are out in the woods, walking and thinking of songs. The day is nice, warm sunlight falls on you, as you strum on your lute. You hear someone coughing from somewhere close by. You go to investigate, and find a trail of blood leading to a girl leaning on a rock, wounds covering her body. You slowly approach, and she doesn't notice. It is within a few feet that her head shoots up, she screams, backing away and brandishing a stick.