Suddenly the undergrowth quivers and a stooped figure, attired in green appears from within. The grizzled man turns to you, meeting your stare with a nod of greeting. He grins, his leathered face wrinkling.

"So yer interested in the Rangers, eh?"

You shake your head as he asks what you know of the forest and its secrets. The man explains that the Rangers protect the forests and work for light and order. Rambling, the old Ranger talks of living in the wild, exploring the woods and other places.

"Aye, we'll fight too, jus no sense in makin' alot 'o noise while 'er at it."

He finishes, relaying a few anecdotes about the hazards of shrubs and ivies before saying, "If'n yer still willin', look around...the woods is best."