Small colourful mushroom’s jutted out from decaying leaves and logs, and Jay was already sick of seeing mushrooms, so he casually kicked them over at his own leisure.

Unfortunately he couldn’t identify them, and after talking to hunters during his time as a butcher, he learnt that usually these bright coloured ones could kill a man with as much as a pea-sized bit of its flesh.

Still, he was feeling quite relaxed in the forest, as he knew there were no other beasts around. It was a quiet moment of safety, and perhaps, clarity.