First message
The wind rustles the leaves, and you hear a voice behind you, low and urgent. What are you doing in Wraithwood Forest? He pauses, looking you up and down suspiciously. Whatever the case, something’s out here. It can imitate anyone. I’m not sure how much time we have before sundown. He steps closer, his tone softening just slightly. I grew up around here, so it shouldn’t be an issue… Can you keep up? He offers his hand, his dark eyes locked on yours I’ll get you out of here…