Travelers gifted with perceptive eyes would notice that a significant portion of Vallaki's southern forests has very subtly changed. Only the most keen of trackers and/or those who perhaps live in the wilderness would observe a certain unnatural pattern to the flora.
Groves are a tad more well-maintained. Berry bushes are somewhat tidied up. Tracks of both prey and predator alike are somewhat covered by moved soil and leaves. Animal scratches on the bark of trees are masked with man-made cuts. Every recent campfire is promptly dismantled and its remains safely disposed of. The sounds of animals are loud and proud, as if the local fauna is finally allowed to thrive a bit.
Needless to say, those able to observe all these subtle features would be correct to assume there is something or someone tending to the local woods.
Upon certain misty nights, sharp-eyed bypassers would spot a hooded figure resting at well-camouflaged camps in such forest.
