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
bird
peasant
I am poor and dirty. I hate that I am starving to death. I am a hard worker.
"Ah, hello, bird!" chirp chirp chirp hello "You can surely see much of the surrounding land when you fly, have you seen any fruit trees or berry bushes?" chirp chirp worms "Anything human edible?" poop bird chirp "Please, bird, can you not speak?" chirp yes chirp.. bird, look there. "Could you take me?" chirp chirp.... squirel. here "... You want me to eat the squirrel? There's not much meat on a squirrel. Now... actually... there is more meat on a songbird..." chirp! no! I'm a wren, tiny, chirp chirp, poop on you