Jasmine's Glade

Stepping into the green glade, a gentle breeze rushes through, as if almost welcoming you into the clearing. The wind carries with it a faint aroma, one of sweet plums and…scrap metal?

You look about: strewn about the clearing is a collection of boxes and piles of what can only be defined as junk. A Quigar stands in the midst of this mess, disheveled and frantic as they sift through a disorganized stack. They offer a shaky smile and speak softly, with a hint of panic in their voice.

“Oh—hello, are you here to help clean the glade? Feel free to pick up anything that interests you. Together, we can clean this beautiful landscape and return it to its natural beauty. But don’t hurt yourself taking too much!”