When I was a young boy in SB I was always pulled to the outdoors. I never felt comfortable inside. I would spend weeks outdoors, with only my Axe and a lighter I would not only survive but would thrive. throughout School I always felt like an outsider and was never understood by my peers, I was ok with this as I liked being by myself mostly anyway. I worked hard to graduate early and start my life. most of my young adult life was spent outdoor honing my craft. through my life I had grown to respect nature and only use what I needed. occasionally I would have to go to town for some simple supplies and I started to notice a change in winds when people started to feel sick. I paid no mind as it would not affect me much since I stayed to myself in the forest. soon I started to notice more people coming to the woods seeking refuge from the sickness. through speaking with people I started to realize this was something more serious. I tried to help as many people as I could, sharing my knowledge of the forest to all that were willing to listen. after a brief period we realized that our location was not safe anymore, so we had to move. we had heard rumors of loot and shelter in Nyheim. we packed up camp and a small group of us set off for Nyheim in search of a chance to hold off the sickness for as long as possible.