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Torka sighed a bit and shook her head, before letting out a little chuckle. "If you find a way to leave, be sure to let us know." She said dryly, looking out the window. "Glowmire is the only safe place in the Rotten Forest, and no one in the history of Glowmire has found the end of the Rotten Forest, or the Decaying Sea. It's as if we're on another, smaller planet than any of us were before. And no one knows how to leave." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously with a paw looking back at you. "The forest isn't like the fungi that lives on you. It's vile and only wants to eat... if you get infected with the fungus here, you may live a few days before it kills you, and it's painful every step of the way." She flattened her ears and shook her head. "There are rumors that people have left by jumping off the Decaying Cliffs, or finding a door in the forest... but they're just old wives tales." |
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"No one knows how to leave" Evan echoed quietly to himself. He stared blankly at the postered wall for a few minutes, thinking. "No one knows how to leave." He mumbled again to himself, even quieter than before. "Or no one will come back?" He tried to picture it, a lone adventure or maybe a party making their way back to wherever they'd come from. Would they return to guide the townsfolk out of the forest? Surely they'd try if they'd made friends here. But even if by chance someone made it out alive, could they survive the journey back? Evan shook his head. There were too many factors, too many uncertainties. This place was unnatural from top to bottom. He'd felt at the mercy of the forest ever since he arrived. He stood to leave but paused at the door. "Thanks" He said, tapping the pouch Torka had given him earlier before exiting. |
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Torka nods and waves to you as you leave |
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Summer Month: 2 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
