A melancholy man steps into view, he stands in front of a bright sunny summer camp. his sad eyes and depressing aura did not mix well with the joyous shouts coming from behind "hello, my name is lemony snicket. it is my job to recount the sad and depressing life of the Baudelaire. this was an unusual chapter in their life, filled with mythical she looks over her brother's shoulder "regardless of where it leads us, we know olaf doesn't know her, or she, him and honestly, that's the best we can do for now," she muttered. it was a sad statement when the best of your options where strange maps that lead you through the woods... but given her options were mister po, the idiot banker, and count olaf... the map seemed like the best deal in quite awhile...sunny suddenly gave out a short burst of babyish gibberish, which here obviously meant "there it is! right past the massive oak!" the two looked up, in front of them was, in fact, a massive oak tree, which led the way into a large clearing ringed with cabins in different colors... the two could have sworn that one was made of ridiculously reflective gold. their drape faces broke into wide grins as they ran into the camp. Klaus could have sworn he saw a lady in plain clothes drop a stick she was using to tend a fire in utter shock, though his attention was immediately ripped away as a pale-faced pre-teen in a skull shirt held what seemed to be a black sword under his nose. lemony snicket walked back into view, the scene paused as he spoke."normally when people hold swords under your nose, its not a real sword. its a prop made for some play production, most likely Shakespeare...but when someone is holding a real sword under your nose, they're definitely mad, or perhaps theirs been some form of a tragic misunderstanding."