>"I say we head.... that way."
>Point to the southwest path.
>"Unless something else jumps out at you?"
>If she gives no objection, nor points out anything we're overlooking, take the southwest path.
>Mystia looks around before saying, "No, I'm not seeing anything that stands out. But the dirt's all hard here, so I don't think obvious things like tracks are going to be common."
>You start southwesterly.
>How capable are we of enhancing our sense of smell?
>You have never been able to get the knack for it. You think there's probably organs and stuff involved you don't really understand and have no idea how to create.
>You follow along the southwestern path. It winds and wends its way through the forest, turning this way and that, but never looping back or making too complex of a tangle. It is peaceful and quiet in the forest, save for the time with you disturb a snake resting close to the path and it slithers into the underbrush, provoking a surprised cry from Mystia.
>After some minutes of walking, Mystia says, "There's a faerie house," pointing to a log.
>_