Head to the left
From Lord Of Utterdom
You choose the left path, and drawing your sword, walk along it's curves, chopping at low hanging branches, vines, and the like. After nearly an hour of walking, you're sweating and your trousers are covered with nettles and torn here and there from thorns. You think to go back, but you turn over your shoulder and see that either you'e completely lost, or the forest has suddenly grown in behind you.
You continue on, until you can here faint singing. Nervously, you push forward through the underbrush and see a small thistle hut, smoke rising from inside. It sits amongst a small clearing, and you cosider calling out, or simply charging in. If the legends are true, this is most likely a witch.
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