Restam had been in forests or woods that felt similar to this forest were the woods felt alive.  They were usually ancient and at least one had developed its own soul.  He found a clearing and decided to set up camp for the evening.  The first thing he did was to set wards and glyphs around the edges of the clearing.  As he walked around the edges of the clearing he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched.  He stood still, closing his eyes and focused, sending out his senses and realized that this forest may have it's own soul.  When he opened his dark emerald green eyes, he turned and stared directly at the largest tree around the clearing.  He tilted his head and gazed curiously at the tree as if studying it but it wasn't the tree itself he was looking at or studying.  Restam knew that if the forest had its own soul, then there would be one tree that would be the largest and oldest in the woods in which the heart of the forest would reside in.  As he studied the soul of the forest he realized that it wasn't just the woods that were ancient, the soul was ancient as well.  His emerald green eyes gazed intently at the bark of the tree, trying to peer beyond the bark.  With people it was easy to gaze into their souls by peering into their eyes, but the bark of this tree held no eyes to peer into.  After learning all he could he continued around the edges of the clearing, setting up glyphs and wards.<br/><br/><br/>Once the glyphs and wards were set he walked to the center of the clearing and focused on the glyph he set at the world tree.  He frowned because the glyph at the world tree was not where he thought it should be.  Maybe he got turned around in the forest at some point, so he reoriented himself.  At the center of the clearing he took out the portable hole and removed his camping gear from it.  While setting up his camping gear he thought about the presence he was now aware of and what it might be like to meet it in person.  Most people would have also started a fire to prepare food and warm themselves.  He had nothing against a fire to do those things, he had even started numerous fires to do them but it wasn't something he wanted to do here.  He wouldn't start a fire in any forest that had its own soul, not out of fear of retaliation for there wasn't much that he was afraid of, but out of respect.  He had set up a medium sized tent which he now crawled into and began to prepare to go to sleep.  There was some rustling in the tent for several minutes before things went silent as Restam had laid down and went to sleep.