It was a calm Monday morning in Spring, the wildlife that wandered the wooded area could be heard from the narrow dirt path. The Falin Forest was a path rarely traveled to get to Salaem, but today was special. An Earthmate would find herself traversing this very trail on her way to her destined location. A Woolie would cross the path time to time, never stopping to engage the traveler. Though the trees created a thick canopy, the mountains of Rathgin could be seen from the trail through the break in the foliage. Eventually, the path would open up, revealing a small one-story house with farmland before it. Near the building stood three figures, two women and one man. They held a conversation with one another, an obvious scowl on the Dark Elf's face. "If you don't find an Earthmate soon, you'll have to kiss this village goodbye. The Runeys are vanishing, one by one. You can already see how it's affecting the terrain." The black-haired woman swept her hand to indicate the unfertile earth. "I promise to stay with you until the end, but that end may come sooner than you think." In one graceful motion, the Dark Elf turned and walked away in the direction of the town. The man, who judging by his ears and lacking height was most certainly Dwarven, sighed heavily. He turned to face the remaining woman, who was shorter than him, though not by much. "She's right...but we won't give up!" The glasses-clad woman nodded in response, and the two fully faced the village of Salaem, unaware of anyone who may be nearby.