[One, two, three little travelers, four, five, six littler travelers...] From the depths of the forest, a girl's song could be heard. In time with the rhythm, burning specters of pallid blue danced through the air. The white-robed singer playing with the will-o'-the-wisps was named Carronet. She was the forest's guardian, and she would only guide those who held pure hearts to the edge. If they did not, they were fated to wander in darkness until they perished.