Minutes later and Sam moved sluggishly through a raised wooden walkway that offered an impressive view of a sea of trees to either side of him. On the right stood a mountain whose snow-capped peak rose to touch the clouds.
“Where am I?” he wondered.
The sounds of forest animals reached his ears while the scent of fresh pine wafted up to where he idled.
“I’m in the wilds again,” he realized. Then he frowned. “Nothing good ever happens to me in the wilds.”
Although this was indeed true, Sam’s mind flashed back to the many times he’d almost died inside an urban area as well, causing him to smile sheepishly at his previous comment.
“I guess it doesn’t matter where I am… I’m always in danger,” he sighed. “Yeah, Sam, save the girl save the world... Go back to being a hero so immortal sorceresses and psychotic demigods can try to kill you all the time. Best job ever.”