A hardy band of medieval rangers, accustomed to the ancient whispers of Caesars Creek waters and the deep mysteries of the forests, now venture north. Their well-worn leathers and sturdy bows are out of place amidst the fantastical sights and sounds of the Great Lakes Medieval Faire, yet their keen eyes and wilderness instincts remain sharp. They seek not beasts or outlaws here, but rather the camaraderie of fellow travelers, the allure of hearty food, and perhaps a tall tale or two to carry back to their distant greenwoods.