Your Tairen trading galleon has been blown far off course and wrecked on a mysterious island to the south while on a trading mission to Rheuadon. You four are the sole survivors, and have awoken on the beach. The shattered hull of your ship, caught on the coral near the edge of the bay, lies some 400 feet from land. Before you stretches a wide swath of dense jungle, with misty mountain peaks rising in the distance. The air is hot and humid, and the breeze from the sea does little to alleviate the persistent beat of the sun. Off in the distance, perhaps a league away, you can see smoke rising. There is no sound of birds or animals of the forest, only the gentle lap of the water against the shore.