Tresspasser
Gwenda picked her way through the undergrowth of the forest, trees and brambles catching at her as she works her way deeper. She clutches onto the bad she carried, full of golden coins she had managed to lift from a nobles carriage. She would need to hide it for a few months before she could come back for it. She stumbled her way into a small clearing, looking about to see it devoid of anything, she decided this would be a good place to keep it until the suspicion blew over. Gwenda looks up with a start suddenly seeing a large stag at the other end of the clearing, an imposing figure sat astride it. Dresses in green robes, seemingly blending into the very trees as they shimmer and shift. Ethereal blue eyes glare at her across the clearing, a silvery voice calling out from the figure. Complex and eerie words seem to carry much weight, far too complex for Gwenda to fathom the meaning of them. She opens her mouth to reply to the creature, but the moment her mouth is open she feels h