Stop, and rest your legs
From Create Your Own Story
You grab ahold of the lowest branch, which is conveniently barren from any leaves or twigs. Hoisting your body onto it, you're careful not to bang your weapons around and damage them. Moving closer to the base of the tree branch, you lean your head backwards against the trunk, sighing in content. Your eyes soon drift shut, and you sleep soundly. It is now time to make up a recollection of who you are.
You are a(n):
