You are lost deep in the heart of a wood, or rather you were following a
footpath that got lost and you just happened to be with it at the time. The
path has now matured from puberty to adulthood and widened into a track. Up
ahead, hubwards, between gently swaying branches of oaks and aspens you
glimpse what has to be a thatched cottage, because no-one would build a
haystack that badly.
Very cold with a gentle breeze and a beautifully clear sky.
There are two obvious exits: north and west.
A sign is here.
Back to Amber's Coven.