You are 24, living on your own as you were always an orphan. You worked as a hunter gathering kills and selling the pelts and meat. One day while you are preparing to go hunting you hear talk of the king dying. You brush it off grab your supplies and head out. After about 6 hours you reach the place where you normally hunt. It was a sprawling valley teaming with creatures. You slowly make your way down getting ready to get some meat. On the way down you feel a sense of unease.