This forest is home to a priceless treasure. A marvelous--and exceedingly rare--creature lives here. You could search the entire continent and never find another such habitat. "Of course, the value of our 'treasure' is not apparent at first glance." The village elder holds a cup of liquor made from fermented berries as he speaks. His ancestors have kept watch over this tiny village for generations. It is summer, and the massed cries of a million cicadas pour down upon the small fort that guards the entrance to the village. The chorus of insects sounds like a steady rain. All are mercenaries. End.