>>5392366>>5392367>>5392446>>5392464>Leave her a small snackYou fish into your hood and retrieve one of your EMERGENCY EGGs, kept in case of emergencies, and gently set it down onto the ground–a peace offering for your intruding upon her territory. Your master observes haughtily.
“What? You planning a trap for the boar?” Sigrid snorts. “Try something bigger–yourself, perhaps.”
“For the feral woman, Lady Sigrid.” You continue after her.
“She’s a woman, not a dog. Don’t lay treats on the ground for her.” The witch scoffs, but she leaves the egg alone. “She looks well-fed enough as it is.”
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“Ah. Look, Snuff.” Sigrid sticks an arm out to catch you by the gut. She motions for the dirt. “Here.”
Between the thick, prickly scrub of underbrush and wet muck, you can make out a trail of cloven prints that cuts across the forest brush. The prints are large–each step the size of your head, there seem to be heavier ones lain on top of lighter ones. It’s difficult to make out one clear path through it.
“Looks like the most recent prints cut left and right here..” She observes.
>Take the left path.>Take the right path.>Split up.>Accompany your master.>Write-In. 