"What a curious thing you are, sleeping so soundly." You woke up instantly, knife in hand. "Oh? Is this curious thing aware enough to recognize danger?" The woman chuckled.
"Who are you?" you dared to ask. "Who am I? Who are <span class="mu-i">you</span>! Ugh, you enter my woods, harvest my fruits, burn my sticks… you're an awfully uncouth creature, do you know that?" The woman's demeanor was both casual and off-putting, and though your arcane senses were not as sharp as Galrick's or Hijon's, you could still sense her unnatural aura. She leaned forward, paying no attention to the knife pointed at her. "Hmm. I see a bow lying next to you. I presume you are some kind of huntress, yes?"
"I am, yes." you responded, unsure of what to make of her yet. "My name is Fhor, daughter of Marik, huntress of clan Grey Owl." You slowly got out of your blanket, still firmly holding on to your father's knife. "Our clan's sacred sheep was found eviscerated by a wild beast, which I've been tracking for five days." Her unblinking eyes were locked on yours. "I-I'm sorry for trespassing in your forest. I will pack up and leave immediately."
You both stood there in silence, the weight of her gaze almost suffocating. But then, her lips curled into a smile. "Ohohoh, now that's interesting!" With a single clap, she continued, "Yes, I will allow you to leave, Fhor the huntress, daughter of Marik. You can keep the fruits, as a gesture of my good will."
As if on cue, a sudden gust of wind swept up the thick layer of fog that had enveloped the forest. Once it cleared, you found yourself standing all alone. The mysterious woman, who had appeared out of nowhere, had vanished into thin air.
> Leave the way you came: Retreading your path and circumventing the forest would make you lose both the beast's tracks and a few days, but you were told to leave and would do so.
> Leave the forest forward: Having already trespassed and made camp deep in the forest, you figure it best to swiftly continue through and exit from the other side, leaving behind this strange event.
>Write-in.
