Continue through the main path

The forest splits into three distinct paths, each marked by subtle but telling signs.

To the left, the ground is littered with broken branches and heavy footsteps, as if something large and heavy has passed through recently. A smell lingers in the air, like sweat and iron, you found some rest of rations and big broken arrows, some kind of tribe? orcs?

The middle path is narrower, the dirt packed hard as if many small feet have trodden it repeatedly. You notice tiny, crude carvings into the bark of nearby trees, obscene symbols, perhaps warnings or territorial markers.

To the right, the path is overgrown but not impassable. The woods are turning into a jungle, with more humidity, and more heat, also massive footprints, far larger than a human’s, are pressed into the mud, and the trees bear deep scratches, some as high as ten feet off the ground.