There was however, the smell of strife in the air.
Lust and the lust for power. A black sickness that
almost choked the young caretaker. He was too
used to the vitality, the abundant compassion of
the forest. A kind of air that was all but gone here.
But either way he proceeded forth, there was no
squirting the milk back up the cow so he was here
to see things through.

“They say you have considerable power in these parts. I hoped to meet someone of such esoteric potency, I wish to make use of such power for a worthy cause.”