He was a psychology student. Why had he come out here with the geology and environmental science nerds? It was foggy and cold, and Roger was not cut out for camping. He liked to stay in his apartment, or study in the library. He backpack was heavy, and his glasses kept slipping down his nose. He heard laughter from in front of him, but he could only see the outlines of his friends. He sighed as he struggled to keep up - most of these people were used to hiking and the outdoors. Roger was certainly not.
Unfortunately for him, his best friend from highschool had taken an interest in geology, and drug Roger with him on trips such as this. However, the Whisper Forest was mysterious and alien to the group. They'd never done anything in this forest before. Most trips were taken to Roraldi or the Vast Plains, sometimes even the beach. He didn't understand the interest in this gloomy, misty forest. It was creepy.