The sun was shining, birds were chirping, trees were rustling in the wind - and Nevin was heartily cursing up a storm. He'd gotten directions to the mining town and had been following them rather faithfully - right up until he saw a patch of uncommon herbs growing in the brush a few yards into the tree line. Since he had rather depleted his medicinal herb stock, he had gone after them almost as soon as he saw them. Unfortunately for the him, this had quickly spiraled out of control as he went from bush to flower patch to clearing, working his way deeper and deeper into the woods as he tried to find the best specimens.

The last time he had seen the path, or any sign of civilization, had been three days ago, and he was well and truly lost. He knew enough to keep from starving to death in the woods - but it was only a matter of time before he ran into something he couldn't handle if he couldn't find his way out. Two days ago, when he had come out of his collective obsession, he had almost had a panic attack as he realized the situation, but he had managed to calm down. Picking one direction he had tried his best to stick to traveling in a straight line - but he had no idea how successful he had been.

Currently he was sitting at the edge of a small clearing in the trees, his back propped up against an oak tree, chewing on some venison jerky as he grumbled to himself about his poor impulse control.