The woodland area creates a gentle, peaceful feel as one walks along past the leafy fronds and gently shifting foliage.  The path is firm and wide, having been traversed by many feet, but not so wide as to allow a merchant's cart to pass through.  A bird's cry sounds in the distance, followed by a ruffle of feathers, and then silence.  The beauty of the forest hides the struggle of nature that lies within...
Trail Exit, Trail
peasant
deer
I am a deer. I live in a beautiful forest and am usually left alone. Sometimes the king and his friends try and hunt me with big packs of dogs. I don't like being chased.
Hello there. Hello there Mr. Deer . . . wait, am I talking to a deer?  I am so hungry I must be hearing things. Not at all, sir. What are you doing on this trail? Trying desperately to find something - anything - to eat.  The crops have failed, and my family starves.  I worked so hard on those fields, but without rain it has all been for naught. Well there is plenty of fruit in the woodland if you know where to look. Can you show me?  I would be eternally grateful.  I still can't believe this is real though.  Here, swear on the Word of the Lord that you speak the truth. Of course I do, sir. Shall I show you? Please, lead on good Sir Deer! Follow me then, sir. Thank you ever so much!  It has been so long since I last ate anything . . . How long, sir? That is more than tragic. Nearly a week . . . I fear I might expire if I do not find some sustenance soon.