Campaign Setting, Pilgrim

The trees tower over you. Somewhere an owl hoots and is answered by the angry caw of a crow. The damp air attracts swarms of mosquitoes, which you absently slap away from your face.

You walk slowly, occasionally stumbling over a berry bush or picked by thorns, until you come to what looks like a narrow path, while not overgrown, looks as if it hadn’t been used in some time.