Climbing over a rather rocky terrain, it suddenly turns to a swampland. The mix between the two makes it rather hard to walk. Frustrated, you sit down on a tree trunk, which looks rather out of place compared to the rest of the terrain.
"What are you doing here?" cries a voice.
A large greyish-black dragon-like creature sits only a few feet from you. He seems to have been sleeping among some rocks, into which he blends rather well.
You give a brief introduction, leaving out various parts, not knowing if you can trust this creature. He seems rather interested.
"I'm a Drael, most call me Dark Storm," he says, rather quickly. "A few more lengths ahead, the path should end at the sea shore or the beach, can't remember which. I'm going that way but taking my time. I don't want to leave anyone in here. Most don't know that there is a way out."
You ask, "Why?"
He chuckles. "The land is far too magical. There are warps and things that don't exist anywhere else in the Wood. But I know that even strong magic cannot stop you from exiting the Forgotten Lands."
