He carefully treads through the woods, scanning the area thoroughly as he walks. His gun loaded and ready, he moves down the old, grown over trails, scattered with bones of deer and other animals, the occasional druidic charm hung along the path. He stops at some sort of alter, made from bones and rocks, and oddly placed feathers "Hmm....witchcraft...should have known, this forsaken place of fhe gods must be crawling with beastly creatures...."
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