> Continue down the road in whatever direction we were headed previously (west?).
>You were heading eastward.
>You proceed into the forest. The trees close in overhead, creating a comfortable ersatz roof. Snow still clings to the ground, though there are a fair number of footprints on the road. Despite the snow, you can see that some of the trees are just starting to bud up. The forest is quietly, though you can hear some snatches of conversation between the hell raven and the princess princess in the distance, which grow more faint as you continue further inward. Looking at the trees, you can't shake the feeling that there is an odd sort of pattern to them, despite their apparent randomness. Either way, it doesn't seem to be quite as crowded as the last forest that you visited.
>Ahead, you can see a woman woman a dress of earth tones, near the edge of the road. She stands with her hands folded, looking toward the sky. With your low perspective, you also note that she doesn't seem to be wearing anything on her feet, despite the snow.
>_
