"Cairne Village, huh...? Hmm... yeah, looks like we're on the right path."
A
traveler stared down at an old, dusty map that she had "borrowed" from a local shopkeep from one of the towns she'd visited a few days prior. She promised she'd give it back, totally.
She stood on a cliff from a couple of miles away from the village entrance, looking off into the horizon. Beneath her mask, which weirdly had no holes or openings in it, she squinted...
"Yep, that's the place. Off we go."
The drifting traveler casually hopped off the cliff on which they stood, landing on the ground with a
thud that made their bones violently rattle. Not only did they wear a heavy orange jacket, at their back was a... frankly
enormous bag of "goodies", as she called it, that weighed more than someone who stood at barely 5 feet tall should've been carrying.
Anyways, with a snap of her fingers, the map she was holding disappeared and was transferred back into her bag. She adjusted the giant package a bit so it didn't fall off her shoulders(as it had several times before), and began moving.