A bird takes of from the top of a tree. It flies over a small town. The people are busy getting their food, supplies, and other things that they need. The bird flies south to a forest thick with trees. Dipping down the bird flies and follows a group of soilders that are running after a injuries person. They are yelling and shouting for the person to stop. The bird flies forward and into a small outcove. The outcove opens up and there is a small hidden space. This space has a small house in the lone tree. A small smoke stack comes from a chimney. The person is running right towards the small outcove that leads to the hidden cove.
Alder is sitting in his home making some perverse from forest berries that he had just harvest. He looks out the small window and see the small small bird. Alder rolls his neck as he finishes up his last jar and puts into a small basket. Walking to the front door, alder steps out and takes a deep breath. He loves this forest air of his little home. He looks over to his garden as he smiles. He starts to grab his gear to start gathering the herbs. He walks out to his garden and starts to harvest his garden and the herbs. The outcove has high walls made of rock that are covered in green vines and other foliage. His home is in the only tree in the outcove. To the south of the tree is alder’s garden. To the west there is a small waterfall that pours into a small lake. To the east there is the small entrance to the outcove. To the north is a pen that holds chickens, goats, and one sheep.
