Magic. It flowed from the center of the forest. In fact, Adrian Forestkeeper was the sole caretaker of that source - the Old Oak. The Old Oak wasn't the oldest tree in the forest, but it certainly was the most majestic. Adrian took pride in his only duty - keep the Oak alive and ever-giving of its magic. It wasn't as easy as tending a regular tree though. Pruning and watering were just a tiny part of what Adrian had to do to keep the magic flowing freely. He liked to keep the Oak in a semi-permanent autumnal state for he quite enjoyed how the boughs of the great Old Oak looked in the sunshine. He kept the grounds around the tree clear of any weeds or saplings, giving full attention to the magical tree. Adrian kept a small 2 room cottage just off to the side so he wouldn't have to go far to the tree. He took deliveries and the occasional guest via the eastern bridge road that was more a footpath really. Adrian thought daily of the future and wondered when he would hire an apprentice to eventually take his place, for he was getting on in years. One day son a youngling would stumble into the open knoll like he did and would begin a life of magical servitude. Such was the way of the forest's magic. And such was the way of Adrian Forestkeeper. And such would it be forever.