Continue travelling.

Days pass. Each of you are given your own tiny tent whenever night falls, but the main road is ultimately uneventful. Traffic is too busy for any monsters to dare try attacking. And though Rabbit's Foot continued to dress in her green spandex suit during the daytime, she doesn't attract much attention, as people seem to just believe she (and possibly the rest of you) is part of a strange circus troupe.

You make good time, and finally reach a point where the forest is in sight. You say your goodbyes to the caravan drivers, and then it's time to split apart and head off the road.

The Cackling Woods spans far in both directions. It would likely take days to go around. The trees aren't so densely compact where you'll be unable to make your way through, but after the last time you went through a strange forest, you worry. This time, however, you have your own compass. You just need to hope a wicked witch of the wilds isn't going to cause a disturbance and get everyone lost.

"So this is it," RF says as she places her gloved hand over the trunk of a tree. "We best be careful. Wild animals won't be a problem for us, but the pixies? Those worry me. I've never encountered one before."

"I'm just happy to be on my legs again. My bum is still sore," Eva mutters.

You draw your blade in advance, take a deep breath, and give the word.

"Let's go," you say.