Kothar had grown used to travelling across the dull, gray landscape of the borderlands, and as he entered amongst the sparse trees that fringed the forest, he slowed down from the breakneck pace that he had been travelling at for days on end.
The trunks of the trees surroundings Kothar rose straight up toward the sky, and their trunks were gnarled and worn with age, while their canopies were filled with thousands upon thousands of dark green, almond shaped leaves that completely blotted out the light from the weak afternoon sun that was filtering through the clouds.
Kothar felt as though by walking into the forest, he had somehow also walked into the night. Thick gnarled roots crisscrossed in the empty spaces between the trees, and Kothar could see the well trodden paths, filled with hoof prints and a myriad of other tracks, of the beasts that lived in the forest.
