Forests are dark and big and scary

Forests. Big and scary places with lots of shadows and green stuff. Not a flagstone, pickpocket or grumpy merchant in sight.

I did foolish things last night. Tagged along with a group of people heading out into the western forest. In a storm. To fish. Yeah. I know, lovely isn't it! There were two big sturdy fellows with us. Twig was there too, that tir gal sure has a lovely curious mind! I like that a lot, although I'm not quite sure it's really right when I feel the most sane in any company. See, I may be a city-girl and unused to the forest, but first that bug lug of a Skrell'eth simply lugs right up to us out of nowhere - and then a big wolf fells a boar just next to us! And I was the only one to get spooked by that!
... well that's not quite true. Twig got spooked too, and as she ran the wolf chased after her. Poor thing (Twig I mean, not the wolf), she was scared out of her wits, and so was I. Luckily the beast only sniffed her a bit and tugged at her twig. Then it pissed on the skrell'eth (yes, really, it was hilarious!) and walked off. A dignified wolf that.

... I think this here fool'll stay away from the forest for a while.