Speaking of fairy tales, perhaps, as we wait for Amb's life to take some form of excitement, I shall recount the Adventure of Gerim. He, like so many others I watched, failed to reach his true purpose.

Generations ago, I was assigned to watch over young Gerim — an unruly young man from the village of Merthild. The village of Merthild was deep within the Emerald Forest. So-called for its tree's whose leaves sparkled like emeralds while the iridescent sheen of their bark changed with the movement of the sun. Unfortunately, these trees were impossible to cut. There was no logging, no clearing of the land for farms. Hence, Gerim's village, Merthild, was poor. 

At this period of humankind's history, the world was still filled with magic. The Lost wasn't even a concept. There were witches, trolls, demons, and shifters. Pixies, fairies, elves and wizards. Humanity was the one creature unable to wield this magic, not without the mixing of blood or a relic imbued with power. Hence, Gerim was "chosen" to venture into the Emerald Forest in hopes of saving his village.