Left? Left? Who does that? What were you thinking man/woman/herm? Gods, some people. Ohh well. Can't go back now can we?
You walk down to the left, bating at the insects that are circling the small puddle of water on the floor. Strange that as there seems no place for the water to have come from. You stoop down to look at it closer and notice it's surface is not clear but instead a murky brown colour...congealed blood, perhaps days or maybe even hours old? You dotn want to find either what caused this wound or who survived it, assuming they did of course. As you continue quickly along the path you hear a stream burbling in the distance and walk towards it. The air is deadly calm here and your fur prickles up from the aura of the area.
As you turn the corner you see a small maiden sitting by the stream, slowly brushing her hair as her skin sparkles ever so brightly in the moonlight. Her pointed ears and the bow nearby tell you she is an elf or, at any rate, a halfling and most definately not a person to try and take on in a fight unless you are either foolhardy, lucky or have a deathwish.
Mind you that bow would be a very useful acquisition in this forest if anything your inmates said about this place can be trusted. Nothing like a weapon or maybe a bartering tool to have for later.
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