Well. That was weird.

As the rush of barreling through an oversized low-res forest subsides, you start to feel a little guilty about some of the things you just experienced. Sure, you managed to collect a LOT of cash just lying around, but at what cost? Sir Nutregard DID explicitly say he was trying to kill you, so you can fairly say that curbstomping him was self-defense, but did all of those ants and worms and bees really need to meet the underside of your kicks? They were probably just underpaid workers doing their jobs.

More worrying still, it almost felt like you weren't in control of your own actions for a while there. Or is that just a rationalization? You're starting to worry that this place is changing you. You don't consider yourself an especially greedy person, but since coming here you've felt compelled to grab every shiny thing in sight. How does that make you any different from a squirrel hoarding a fortune or a siren hoarding silver? Maybe there's something about this forest that makes people obsessed with wealth. Before you came here, you were...

...You were...

Sorry, you lost your train of thought. What were we talking about?