You find yourself in the seclusion of the woods. It was something you enjoyed doing even at the temple, but now the hectic nature of the city has made it an even more common occurrence. You lift your head and smell the scent of the forest. Your feet slowly sinking into the soft earth. However as with a forest you’re truly never alone. 

[Run a perception check: 19+5=24] 

Even though surrounded by the cacophonous sound of the wild, you could hear the sound of a twig breaking. Your pointed ears twitched as your head turned towards the sound. Eyes befalling on the familiar form of a fellow half elf.