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Another quest, another digital paycheck. A man named Jared, or "Drazhakuda" if his username was anything to go by, found himself in the quaint countryside of the Faywood, after stumbling through the forest like a buffoon. For a Shaman, he was still having difficulties with nature, especially his ability to see these spirit NPCs others usually couldn't. Some Spirits of the Trees had stopped him on his way to town, and told him in whispers and riddles that he would be needed at the forest's edge.

To Jared, this could only mean that a great quest with fantastic rewards was at the end, all of which could end up helping him return to his normal life, outside of the game. However, the spirit guides were more confusing than helpful to Jared, as they seemed to be giving conflicting information on where to go. Frustrating Jared even more was the amount of beasts in the woods that would seemingly appear from nowhere to challenge him, dealing more damage to him than he had thought would be probable. Both of these factors caused Jared to end up walking in large circles on more than one occasion, getting more and more lost on the way.

After three days of mucking about in the woods, however, those same woodland spirits guided him to this locale: A mammoth-sized ranch, befitting that of the food capital of Gargantua. There were orchards brimming with multicolored fruit-trees and shrubs that seemed to stretch acres long, and stables and pens for just about every barnyard animal one could imagine, and some that took a little extra bit of creativity too. All in all it was a pretty beautiful site, a symbol of man's dominance over nature and destiny that even Jared had to admire.

Suddenly, a farmhand that had spotted Jared hopped over the fence to a nearby pigpen, and began a full-force sprint towards him. Jared, caught off-guard by the threat of a possible attack took a jump back, and pulled out his one-handed Beginner's Axe, preparing himself to end a mob. "Hol' on now, Partner! I ain't meanin' ya no harm, y'see, it's just that we seem to be havin' some problems over at the cow's grazin' fields. You look like a capable feller yerself, and I reckon we sure could use some help figurin' out hwhat's what!"

Jared was taken aback by the man's plea, and then suddenly felt relieved. He had already felt fatigued and was a little beat up after travelling through the forest, and any more ambushes like that would only exacerbate that feeling. He put away his Axe, and began thinking about how to approach this, as surely this had to be the important quest he was told of. 'One the one hand, I could just try and get it over with, quick but probably more difficult than needs be,' he thought to himself 'Or perhaps....'

"If it's alright with you, I wish to take a quick break after the long trek I took to get here" he said aloud. The Farmhand didn't understand the response, and instead of reacting in any sort of human fashion, repeated what he said earlier "You look like a capable feller yerself, and I reckon we sure could use some help figurin' out hwhat's what!" and stood in the same place as before, unwavering from his position and proposal. Jared just grumbled to himself about how these stupid bots weren't anything like interacting with real people. And so, Jared sat, waited, and recovered, until hopefully another player showed up to tackle the quest with him.