<span style="font-weight: bold">Enna:</span>You make your way towards this â€˜cursed woodsâ€™, the day is actually quite bright and pleasant as you cross the fields and climb the last hill. The air is a comfortable temperature for spring and around you assorted flowers are in bloom.<br/><br/>The sight of the forestâ€™s wood line is certainly disappointing for an adventurer. A pristine forest stretches out for as far as you can see along the field. The trees are bright and vibrant rather than dark and foreboding. The only unusual thing one can see is the line where the field ends and the forest begin is too perfect and too abrupt. It was also mentioned in the towns you passed through to get there that the forest has grown bigger by one bit in all that everyone can remember.<br/><br/>A noise draws your attention and you see a short lady (Mirdae) nearby crouching looking like sheâ€™s examining tracks or something.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Mirdae:</span>Youâ€™ve been tracking your target for a while now, slowly getting closer, eventually being led here to this spot outside of those ill spoken woods. You can see how the tall grass is pressed down and shuffled in the direction of the forest from they way she walked through there. Her steps arenâ€™t that hard to see either in the very rare dirt spots you find amongst the field. As you stop to double check the tracks one final time before continuing your pursuit, you hear someone (Enna) approaching from over your shoulder.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Nikola:</span>You havenâ€™t been in the woods for long but all ready it is frustrating the heck out of you. You could have sworn youâ€™ve passed that same tree several times nowâ€¦ As a matter of fact your almost certain it is the same tree and youâ€™ve been going in circlesâ€¦ either that or the thing has been stalking you which of course is highly unlikely. Despite your obvious frustration of not being able to seemingly make any progress in these woods, the scene remains bright and uplifting like a picture perfect scene out of a fairy tale.<br/><br/>Something has been nagging at the back of your mind for a while now but you havenâ€™t been able to put your finger on it. As you stop to glare at that blasted tree again it hits you: there has not been a single sound other than yourself. No birds, no animals, not even a single bloody chipmunk has been seen or heard. As this realization starts to hit you, you catch briefest softest sound on a small breeze that passes through. It almost sounds likeâ€¦ a child gigglingâ€¦