The city of Kassan was awake and active as the sun rose over Dankwood. Magic crackled the air around the magic guild and palace, the high walls around both nearly touched the tree line. A young man with shaggy brown hair and a bow in hand walked through their shadows and into the woods. The early morning air was cold and heavy. His soft leather tunic and boots made barely a sound on the dew-laden forest floor. Overhead, the canopy of trees let in few rays of sunlight. The black walls he formerly walked alongside of quickly faded away behind him. He could still hear the noise of the bustling city, but his interest was on the forest. Birds sang somewhere overhead as his eyes darted around, catching faint glimpses of creatures moving just out of sight.<br/><br/>He took an arrow from his quiver and held it ready in his hand. The hunter had a deep respect for the forest. He knew well the possible dangers that lurked in the shadows of The Great Green. Dankwoodâs proximity to The Mire made it potentially even more dangerous. He knew that the deeper he travelled, the more he would have to watch his footing, else find himself sucked into a peat bog or fall into a sinkhole.