Day Three: Hunting

The forest was quiet as Liam and Edith made their way east, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of moss and fallen leaves. The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled light onto the forest floor. The air was cool, and a faint breeze rustled the leaves above, the only sound accompanying their journey.

Edith walked slightly ahead, her bow slung over her shoulder, with the quiver of arrows at her waist and an arrow in hand. She glanced back at Liam, who followed in silence.

"Hey, Liam. Mind grabbing some vines?" she asked in a low tone, gesturing toward a tree covered in thick, trailing vines.

Liam simply nodded, stepping closer to the tree. With a swift flick of his dagger, he cut a few strands, rolling them into a coil before securing them at his side. Without a word, he resumed following Edith as they wandered deeper into the forest.