Every inch of the Gurnar Forest is teeming with life. You can hear it in the buzz and whine of tiny insects that whizz past your ears, and in the distant roar of larger predators that lurk in the undergrowth. You can even smell it in the humid air. The Druid who hired you asked you to meet him near a patch of fenced-off bromeliad flowers; you spotted the landmark about an hour ago, but you have yet to see any sign of him... and you can no longer seem to find the path you followed in...
