Unwilling to turn from your path, you head straight forward down the path ahead.

You follow the opening in front of you, ducking to avoid the low vines hanging overhead. The space around you is gradually becoming more claustrophobic the deeper you roam - there's barely enough room for your shoulders to brush through! The constant sweet smell becomes overwhelming, making your body tingle with need - with the hedge constantly sealing up behind you, you have **** but to press onwards...

The next thing you know, you nearly run headlong into a wooden door! Looking around, you see that you finally exited the garden and reached the fortress wall - the hedges around you loomed so high it was hard to keep track of the tower's position. Getting away from the cloying aroma of the blossoms is a welcome reprieve; glancing backwards, you notice that the opening you emerged from is gone, leaving just a solid hedge. With nowhere else to go, you figure you should check the door.

The wooden door has a small peephole you can peer through, and after taking a look it seems that the hall behind it seems clear. As the hall bends out of sight, you can faintly see flames flickering, along with smoke and burlap sacks. It almost sounds like someone is cooking... you cautiously open the door, and creep down the hall towards the sounds.

Now fully aware of the kind of dangers this place holds, you take your next steps with renewed caution.