Joseph stepped out of the air with a couple bags in his hands and a Bow strung across his back. He was in a dense wood. In front of him was a cliff face with vines running all along its surface. At about eye level was cave; it was his chosen camp sight for the next couple of days. "whew. That was close!" he muttered as he strode into the cave shoving vines aside to reveal the full entrance. He set the bangs on the dirt floor of the cave and walked over to a pile of sticks and leaves. He picked up two rocks and struck them together. Sparks fly out and ignite the leaves just as Joseph hears a rustle outside the cave. Sounds like footsteps. He thought. And straightened taking his bow off his shoulders. He nocks an arrow and inches towards the entrance.