The wind blows in the direction of the various travelers, a nasty cold one with the hint of a deadly storm in it's tips. As the wind blows through each of the branches of the trees, the knots tell of the remaining travelers.
Oh, new ones. The Forrest is excited, more strange creatures added into the mix. An exile and another runaway has joined the crew and is facing some serious rain. Cold but not ice. What's that? The sound of a howling wolf waiting to avenge it's killed.
The storm hides the weak, but unveils the strong. Heavy gusts of wind will be traveling to the former slave girl and the thief, they will not be spared of the sleet. The rain is ready to stay, to flood, to swallow.
The grey clouds arrive, almost as dark at the midnight sky.
The Forrest is awake.
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