You don't? [now a furrow appears on shalem's brow, even if he controls himself from making it any deeper. he turns behind them, towards the place he thinks he came from. though, with how unfamiliar these woods are, he really can't be sure.
he's not good with the forests, despite having grown up on the road.]
This is a... Ah, well, it's not ideal, is it? Perhaps we should retrace our steps.
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he's not good with the forests, despite having grown up on the road.]
This is a... Ah, well, it's not ideal, is it? Perhaps we should retrace our steps.