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B) There was nothing to do but go on. What they would find no one knew, but all desired to put further distance between themselves and the orcs and few desired to make their home in this dark forest. They would subtly mark their way behind them and try to continue on a straight path forward as best they could, aiming to find the other end, hoping that the distance is not too great. Fatigue, hunger and fear was something they would all have to deal with in the days ahead, doing their best to shield their children from the worst of it. Many sought comfort and distraction in prayer and work, but the weight of their situation was undeniably heavy and it only became harder as supplies grew sparser. At least here among the trees they were somewhat hidden.

It was true that with Theldaneth's fall from grace their society had reverted once again to a more primitive state. But they were not entirely dysfunctional in such a state. Most among them were at least to some degree educated, with experience in managing their own businesses and being raised on reason, and they put these qualities to use in managing their runaway civilisation. Many decisions were made independently while at other times the prominent elves among them gathered to make decisions collectively. For example the decision to mark their way behind them was at the initiative of the hunters, who knew how treacherous forests could be. How such a system, or the lack of it, would handle more serious disputes or more complicated situations remained to see, but no one really viewed it as permanent and for now it was enough for them to get by.


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