"Oleg's post was being accosted by bandits demanding "taxes". We quickly dealt with those fools.
"During the night, a dryad visited me. she revealed that the Staglord
had been messing with some arcane power that had but a fog over the land that was slowly draining her and her forest. and that if something were not done soon, she and it would die.
I don't particularly care what happens to her. but, if I am to rule these lands. I will not become the custodian of a barren landscape. so I agreed.
"The next day, after getting to know my companions. we set out for the bandit camp in the woods."