There's certainly the urge to push on and reach adventure sooner rather than later - but you're not stupid.
There's clearly something less than usual going on with the sky and the Shadowthorne Woods aren't safe during the day; let alone at night.
You decide to set up camp early rather than risk making your first night as an adventurer your last night.
It doesn't take long to set up the tent and set the campfire. The truth is; you've done this many times before as a shepherd looking after your flock of valley sheep.
You hadn't been settled down for a cautious sleep for long before cries for help disturbed your light slumber.
It was clear; there was a female voice calling for help from nearby.
Edging carefull out of your tent, sword in hand you peer into the darkness. It seems fate is doing everything it can to tempt you into the dangerous Shadowthrone. The sounds of distress seem to be coming from within. |