Blackfeather Woods [m] Why do we sleep when we want to hide?

Naberius had skirted around the idea of exploring the dark depths of the forest and he was happy to know he was missing nothing here. It was really a hideous place. Very little light made its way to the forest floor, gnarled branches of the trees making a thick canopy above. Somewhere in the distance, he could smell the swamp and its mucky decay. His nose wrinkles in disgust. 

But with it, a scent, something different and new. Naberius on light footing followed the scent trail and ahead, a slender and petite woman of pale features greeted his sunburst gaze. She was like a white spirit in this gloomy place. Maybe the day hadn't been a total waste after all. 

"This dark and gloomy place doesn't quite seem to fit you." He spoke with a toothy smile.