As you wandered your way through the dense forests in pursuit of adventure, you noticed the thick smell of smoke in the air. A large cloud of thick smoke oozed from within the trees, your curiosity already taking the best of you as your feet carried you toward the source.

Approaching the scene, you were met with an overturned wagon, two wheels facing the sky. The wagon seemed scorched, as if previously met with fire. It seemed there were no survivors, seeing as horses and two people laid lifeless on the dirt beside the wagon... however, a trail of footprints lead into the forest, your mind already racing to the prospect of a potential survivor... or perpetrator.

Your boots trudged through the mud, following the path of whoever it was that fled the accident... before being met with the sight of an injured woman sat against a tree, her hand pressed to a bloodied patch in her tunic. Her panicked eyes met yours, clearly skeptical of your presence.

“Who are you?” She breathed shakily, “What do you want? How did you find me?”