Grotesque Woman

The dense forest of Crecork whispered with an eerie stillness, broken only by the soft crunch of leaves beneath the boots of four adventurers. They moved cautiously, eyes darting to every rustle, every shadow that flitted across the dark canopy. The sunlight, distorted by the yellowish tint of the sky, painted the woods in hues of unease.

"I know it is a well paying job, but why do we have to do this? This is not worth the payment!" grumbled Orwin, the middle-aged human man leading the group. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his dark hair streaked with gray. "Sending people like us to scour forests for crystals, as if we don't have enough to deal with."