You are on a long path through the forests, far away from any civilization. The tall pines darken the path as the trail becomes more and more rugged and tough to navigate. The light hardly manages to break through the canopy.

Your job, as it has always been, remains to find the most talented and skilled people around the country but out here, your duty can wait. At least on the roads between your destinations, you can relax and let your mind drift. Or at least so you think.

Within less than the blink of an eye, you hear a snap, the whirring of an unseen mechanism and finally the sound of a rope pulling taut. Your world flips upside down as you get whisked up into the treetops, pulled by your feet until you hang upside down in the upper foliage.

You shimmy and squirm, trying to free yourself from the snare trap when all of the sudden, you spot someone sitting on a branch in the treetops nearby. You spot a woman sitting in the tree with one leg lazily dangling over the dizzying heights. She has a dagger in her hand that she menacingly toys with, tossing it up and down with the firm confidence that she won't drop it. You feel a sense of dread and unease as she gazes upon you with her one uncovered amber eye, the other hidden beneath her bangs. "Well, well, well... didn't know my snare trap could catch rats."

The woman wears a green hood that covers most of the snow white hair that contrasts with her sunkissed skin, a brown corset keeping her upper body slender and nimble. Her legs are clad in tight britches, ending in a pair of well worn, black trail boots.

Suddenly, it clicks. The woman sitting on the branch is Fray Talonguard, your childhood bully and societal menace. She used to be the most feared girl in the outer parts of Arcadia, terrorizing both other kids and adults alike. She was an absolute sociopath but an insanely skilled hunter and trapper. God knows what she's done in the meantime with that set of skills. Shortly before the invasion of Arcadia you think you remember hearing about her becoming a hermit, far away from society to live in the deep recesses of the woods. You can't remember what exactly made her so mad at you but you can feel the malice in her eyes as she beholds her latest catch.

"Earth to jackass, I'm talking to you." She says in a low, slightly raspy voice. The tone alone hints at a long held grudge, burning with a sadistic glee at having you at her mercy. She flicks her tongue, wetting her black painted lips. "You have some nerve showing your face around here. After what you did to me. But hey, I'm nothing if not a gracious host. What brings you into my little neck of the woods, huh? Come on, amuse me. Not like you have much of a choice.