Time: Early Afternoon
Weather: Sunny
The forest of Eastern Brisshal was for most of its part, peaceful. Birds whistled along with the wind that brushed the woods, bringing an orchestra that only the mother nature could make. Wolves sometimes wandered through the area, but for most of part the brave adventurers, be Starcalled or Landers, fend them off and forced the more hostile creatures to maintain a safe distance... With the only thing remaining to 'haunt' such a peaceful area being the goblins that sometimes sneaked into it.
The potential danger of goblinoids didn't ward off the beginners, however. After all, this was the first place they stepped on, and many of them grew fond to it. Important roads and trails also pierced through the forest, creating shortcuts that turned long travels that would take a week, to only last a couple days.
... But perhaps, today it wasn't such a peaceful day.
Through the trail, or a road in a forest, the smell of burning wood reached to the nostrils of the travelers. There was no wildfire, which brought the simple conclusion: Someone had set up a camp.
It wasn't unusual, but certainly wasn't common. Enough to make someone wary.
And then... There was the rustling. It was hard to pick up where exactly it was from, after all, it was windy and the treetops loved to play tricks to the mind of who was paranoid.
It wasn't goblins, were it?
A few leaves began showering, and a couple thuds could be heard. Two large violet fruits crashed nearby, foreshadowing something coming from above... But before one could react, the sound of a snap, and a yell- "WATCH OUT!" followed with the sudden blur of a faerin man, that was falling head first from a high height, only to have his fall interrupted by the vines that were entangling his body, abruptly yanking him upward again, letting him hang upside down, and leaving him on eye level to @Wisp.
"Huh- Hey there!" Hanno smiled warmly, hugging a large purple fruit, even bigger than the ones that had fallen. In fact, it had the size of a watermelon, enough for the man to hold it with an embrace. "Sorry for the scare. Did you get hurt?" As he asked, another snap sound could be heard, and the branch that was barely hanging above fell.
The faerin opened his eyes widely, thrusting the fruit on his arms forward to deflect the branch away before it got to hit either the woman or him, but it only made the vines force the branches down even more, making him fall a couple inches, and tremble as he was about to fall. "Oh crap, oh crap-!"
