Sven was his name.
Born and raised in a secluded forest somewhere in this world, Sven had always thought his homeland was far too small and restricted for his taste. Not that he hated his kind, nor loathed the decision his ancestor had taken. However, for an adventurous person like him, he wanted to travel the world at least once.
That was why after countless attempts to leave his homeland and learning how to maneuver a dugout canoe properly without having to swim back, he finally landed on the first land he first set foot on that was far away from his homeland. For someone who had always been in the wild, one could imagine his enthusiasm for exploring the world.
And Sven just did just that.
According to him, it had been a year since then before he stumbled into this dilemma, which, to my dismay, he considered a "new adventure."
