Alone in the Lonely Forest you prepared yourself for the quest you were planning for weeks. Your humble hut sat at the heart of the forest filled with all the essentials as you were a disciplined survivor.

A new village a couple miles away were being constantly harassed by a group of bandits. They were stealing rescources, but that was the weird part. They took only the trade of the victims they kidnapped. Young travelers who depended on transporting and selling their humble goods. This village didn’t have much so even the lowest of crooks would ordinarily ignore it. Something was off.

Before your quest could begin you had to begin your morning ritual.