A strange sign

*A special thanks is due to Absentedmindedspirit for this path. Her work elsewhere (both on Losing It All and on CHYOA in general) served as inspiration for this path.*

As Hilda stomped along in her clanky, heavy armor, she was taken aback by a strange sight.

Off to the side of the road was a wooden sign, carved to roughly like a pointing hand. On it was the crudely painted text:

Well come to the faery's fair,
Join us in our wooded lair,
Fun for all, the kiddies too,
But not after the clock strikes two!

Hilda craned her neck to look at the way the sign was pointed. There was a small path tucked away in the woods.