Extend the Story - Add a Room

Deciding that there is nothing of value behind you but bitter wind and frigid cold, you proceed deeper into the wood, following the path that you had originally taken to enter the forest. You keep your hand close to your weapon in case the archer should return as you walk.

You move along through the man made tree grove, all the trunks lined up symetrically, bringing about a strangely beautiful image of an unatural bit of nature.

You stop momentarily for a bit of water when your eye catches a bit of movement in the distance, a ways off the trail. You turn your head slightly to get a better vantage of the movement while not drawing attention to yourself.

A human figure in the distance makes his own path through the trees, slightly ahead of you and distantly west. He is slight of build, slender and short, but walks along smoothly enough and not eliciting a single sound as he moves over countless fallen branches, twigs, and patches of icey snow.

His path gradually makes it's way to the trail on which you stand, and it will be a matter of time before his self-made path intersects with your own.

His back is to you and he is seemingly unaware of your presence.

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