You stand on the western end of a wooden bridge in the Emerald Forest. Its origin is a mystery, but the fine detail and craftsmanship it bears would rival even the most cunning of woodsmiths. The branches of the tall trees that grow on the banks of the stream cover the bridge in a soft cool embrace while a breeze flows in from the north. Huge salmon and rainbow trout weave their way amongst the rocks in the stream below. To the west the forest stretches on, while the sounds of laughter and play drift in softly from the south.