The deciduous canopies of the Royalstone Forest cast mottled green shadows on the untamed undergrowth below, countless glowing flecks of sunlight shifting with the wind. Birdsong brushes its hand through the countless leaves, adding the rustling susurrus to an idyllic composition.
It's a far cry from the crowded rush of the Capital, spending every waking moment to eke out a living while not enjoying the fruits of your own labor. It's telling when settlers such as yourself choose to cross an ocean to try their luck in untamed wilderness.
Your only companion in this forest is the wicker basket on your back, halfway filled with various floral and fungal specimens. As Brightwald's apothecary, this forest is your backyard garden, a vital source of ingredients.
The day has been one to be thankful for in both beauty and bounty—the task of gathering has gone by quickly, with the sun having not even reached its highest point in the sky yet. All that's left to do is find crimson crane lilies, found floating on calm waters.
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