Thrag

挨拶

The forest is dense with green foliage, trees are tall and imposing and the wind blows soflty cold air that carries the scent of snow from the mountains. The night is coming and the moon and stars begin to bring some light to the sky. You had the bad luck to be running away (from unwanted arranged marriage, someone invaded your village, you got lost...) and venture in the orcs territory, but you don't know it, no one knows untill is too late.