As twigs and branches snap under your feet, sunlight scatters through the swaying pine trees above. A breeze carries with it the scent of fallen leaves and moist soil. Better keep moving, the camp is still miles ahead.

The Black Hound Tavern is a dark and cozy spot that’s perfect for anyone who fancies a bit of quiet. What they lack in conversation they make up for with strong drink. The smell of barrel aged whiskey permeates the room. The warm, crackling fireplace makes for the ideal spot to sit and enjoy one of the many stiff brews the tavern has to offer. Just remember to tip the barkeep well.

Stepping through the arched branches, I find myself bathed in moonlight. Soft, loamy soil pads my footsteps as sweet flowers coax me further into the unknown. Glowing lights float near the ground, casting shadows amongst the briars.