For the first time since his arrival on the Isle, Foulques stood amid the dappled light of the forest. Towering trees rivaling the largest of giant sequoias formed the canopy overhead, and interspersed among them were a multitude of smaller trees, shrubs, and assorted forest plant life. The sound of a flowing stream could be heard in the near distance. All in all, it was a rugged, but idyllic scene. Or at least it would have been had it not been for the tree creatures and monstrous birds that could be seen wandering amid the undergrowth. They seem content to leave most people alone, but it would likely be unwise to approach them.

Foulques meanwhile, is not dressed in his usual armor, or even the normal clothing he wore beneath it. Instead he wore a rough woven, undyed hempen tunic and slops above simple sandals. The clothes were a bit frayed at the edges, stained in places and smudged with grime. Not the sort of thing one wanted to be trekking through an apparently primaeval forest in, though Foulques was looking around with a mix of confusion and consternation rather than fear. "What in the name of Nophica's great, heaving tots is going on?", he demanded. "Is this another of this places' thrice-cursed visions?"