Trailing After Destiny

You sit down and merely look around you at your surroundings. Forestry greets you no matter where you look. You've grown quite bored now, but you continue to sit, feeling too lazy to move at the moment. All of a sudden, you feel something cold and hard being pressed against your throat.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

You realize that you now have a quite deadly-looking blade pressed to your throat and feel very obligated to respond to the person standing behind you. Unfortunately, you don't really know who you are or what you're doing there...