The path continues darkly under rows of Elder trees. A crooked road leads west through a tangled hedge of briars. A mist prevents you from looking beyond the hedge, but you sense a powerful and oppressive evil reaching out towards you with cold and clawed fingers. To the south, the forest seems to lighten considerably, and you are about to leave in that direction when a tattered parchment, flapping weakly in the wind, falls at your feet.