(Script and Story by Prince_Borgon)

The forest is sometimes kind to those who venture beneath its branches,
offering shelter to the fugitive, refreshment to the wanderer and a pleasant panorama to the traveler.

On his way to a tribe to hold diplomatic agreements with,
Prince Borgon dresses in his tribal clothes while stopping near a bush in search of something to eat.

Eyes among the leaves peer at him carefully,
as if the whole forest had decided to offer the unaware trespasser a day not to forget~