Day four in the wilderness and things have taken a turn for the up and up. I have become a tribe of one, two if you count Nuts, the squirrel. I built a shelter out of sticks and palm leaves with my bare hands. I fished in the lake and caught enough to have a feast for a small village (I threw what I didn't want back though, no need in wasting resources). I have weathered the storm and started a fire that did not turn into a massive disaster.
I am warm, I am well-fed, I am at peace.
I have made this retreat my bitch and I have done it all on my own without using a single bit of magic.
I fancy myself a bit of a survivalist now.
I also am covered head to toe in mud to keep the insects at bay.