Right

On your right. Did that ever become a thing? Or are you a DC fan? Any Image lovers here? No, just that guy, maybe his dad? Back to the story.

Clears Narrative Throat

On your right. You hug the denser foliage, trusting yourself to the living forest.

"If it wanted me dead by bear attack it wouldn't need to wait," you think to yourself, "Unless it owes a specific bear that I need to be led to."

For no specific reason you keep a hand on the hilt of your sword as you continue the path.

You think to yourself that you're not sure if there are animal women in this world, animals and women or just women with the exceptions being the fantasy kind like Ixy. You should have asked for a bit more information to that end. Are there orcs and trolls, wolf women and catfolk? A particularly high strung, bunny woman officer with a fat-

You train of thought freezes as you are possibly in front of the answer to most of your questions.

As you stay stood at the maw of a cave in the middle of the forest you contemplate your very bad decision and your only voice of reason chimes in.

From your side Baroqua makes her stance on the choice clear, "No. N-O. NO!"

You make your defence, "This forest is magic with a mind of it's own, right?"

Baroqua retorts your opening argument, "Free will and all that, sure, JUST like you have to walk away. You are a fresh and green adventurer, separated from your more knowledgeable party member and in front of you is a dark and possibly damp entrance to your end."

"But..." you interject, "Why would the forest kill me off this early?"

"Because you probably make better fertilizer than gardener," Baroqua answers.

As the two of you stand in front of the cave you can't help but feel like you are supposed to enter, "Do you really feel like ignoring the obvious invitation of the sentient forest is a good call?"

"Good call, maybe not, better call than walking headfirst into a possible trap? Yes."

Clearly your companion thinks this is a bad idea, but the call at the end of the day is yours. Cave of wonders or possibly excruciating horrors? Or do you keep it pushing like a midwife of Mormon family in Ohio.