Forest

"Lower your sword, kind stranger, for I am a friend." You shield your eyes to see a tall, slender figure cloaked in the color of Fall leaves.

"What, may I ask is your name?" you ask the figure.

"Farawyn," came the reply, "Though I dare not ask yours. Strangers are not encouraged to reveal their identities when so many could be...watching."

Farawyns ancient eyes looked troubled as they glanced around the forest. Paranoia sets in and your normally cool palms being to perspire.

"Come," said Farawyn, "You must meet the others."