In the middle of the Tengel Rainforest ran a river that brought water from the mountains to the sea in the southeast. A few miles from the edge of the forest, a village had sprung up beside the river. And in that village, at a table just outside the local cafe, a middle-aged man was drinking coffee and trying to look nonchalant.
Inside though, Karma was definitely anything but. His mistress was renovating the pasture, and he had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. This had caused three small mishaps to happen in as many hours, finally culminating in the collapse of one side of the Paragon pen. That was the final straw, and his mistress had literally thrown him out of the house. And they had just happened to be over the Tengel Rainforest, so he had landed with a splash in the river. He was still drying off as he downed the last of his coffee, realizing that he was down to his last few keystones. This was going to be a long day.