It is a pleasant day, as pleasant as any other.  Michelle had gone out early to forage for needed herbs and berries, but little did she know that deep in the Southern Woods she would experience something astounding.  The village was not too far, but it was still far away enough as she came upon an old, abandoned altar, left for the vines to grow over and the animals to sully.<br/><br/>Michelle wandered toward the altar, putting her small basket down and working her way around a thorny vine which tugged at her small peasant's dress.  Eventually she stood before the altar and looked over it, finding a small ring.  As she picks up the ring and rubs it, it starts to vibrate in her hands and heat up.  "Ouch!" she cries out as she drops it on the altar, but it continues to vibrate, now humming.