Strato wondered through the strange forest. Apparently in a group, the creatures would watch with caution but wouldn't dare attack, so they were able to get by with no resistence. They wondered for ages through the area with little idea as to where to go. Along the trails he finally came to a dead end. In this area a single person rested underneath a tree.
"Who are you? An enemy no doubt." Strato yelled.
"I am Leonard Nimoy, a simple druid of this forest, a messanger if you will." He responded. "I seek only peace here, but you have disturbed the balance of this forest. Please leave, I already quelled the upcoming assult so you could pass without danger." Leonard said calmly.
"I see, may the force be with you." Strato stated proudly.
Behind Leonard, the trees uprooted and moved out to form a path to apparently the outside of the forest. Strato lead his forces out into this clearing.

MEANWHILE

With the plague rapidly spreading killing hundreds, people like Malcolm were needed to fight the aftermath and slay the plague barers. With no other cure in sight, we could only rest assured that Roxy might come up with something in the end. Until then, he just had to act as a freelance warrior. Malcolm wondered throughout the city of Rieksen. The snow didn't seem like it would let up, so he had to find a warm place to stay. Homeless rabbits huddled around burning trash cans in an attempt to stay warm. Most of the rabbits were coughing, and the streets were completly empty. Several other rabbits broke out into a fight. Malcolm simply walked around the crowd, as he had seen things like this before, in other towns. Malcolm simply continued to walk, until he came to the only inn in the town. The door was barricaded shut , so he simply pounded on the door. After a minute or so it opened and a head stuck out.
"Sorry, no vacancy." The proprieter yelled , then slammed the door and locked it. A rat wearing a trenchcoat came up to Malcolm.
"I know of a place on elm street that you can sleep at. Follow me." He said.