
"It is a treaty between those who hunt and those that do not… the prey. We were given a designated area to hunt and the rest is protected by those that appeared to us. But in this case we were attacked but they do not see it this way. You should keep going on your quest, it is dangerous to be around me. Here take this for your travel." He opens his own backpack and pulls out a…
.. What appears to be a roughly drawn map of the immediate area.
"You have supplies enough to get you to here-" He pointed to a large village on the map, named Dalkave "-if you're looking for adventure, I expect you'll find it there. Every caravan passes through there sooner or later, so it is a good place to gather information. You may keep the bow on your back, and the arrows you have left. If you need help while still in the forest say the word: Saletaren, and someone will come to your aid. Good luck to you Laurette." He had disappeared into the woods before Laurette could offer a response.
She waved the woodsman off and then looks at the map. She says, "Dalkave" while looking at its location on the map. She feels the place under her hands rubbing it in a circle as though making magic. She determines to go in that direction and estimates with some pace in her step she will reach in…
A couple of days maybe more. One thing she decided not to do was go through the forest - there was too much risk of stepping on someone's turf. She heads for one of the better traveled roads while singing a song about…
The things she heard as a child based on folklore and imaginary creatures. As she sings she sees a wagon up ahead going in the opposite direction. It is covered and there is an old grandfather looking driver to the front controlling a pair of oxen. She wonders if he might…
But is startled by the piercing eyes of the driver who seems unaware of her presence. She stands to the side of the road as the wagon passes by with the driver looking straight ahead not turning or saying anything to her. She scratches her head and wonders if she should…