An unexpected door

Sir Sarne, with the support of Brotor who has already scouted this trail you work out your location as best you can (as per the map) and by you best reckoning the orcs are at least an hour to the south and east of your position.

You gather supplies as you continue to travel northward and even manage to rustle up a couple of dead rats for the Nothic who crunches down on the meal with glee.

The forest grows dark and still as the trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was in the back at the farm. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a domelike shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.

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