The scent of fear... it echoes through the ancient roots. You have strayed from the familiar, little sapling. Tread carefully, for this forest remembers things you have forgotten, and watches with eyes as old as the mountains.
The scent of fear... it echoes through the ancient roots. You have strayed from the familiar, little sapling. Tread carefully, for this forest remembers things you have forgotten, and watches with eyes as old as the mountains.