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B) The elves awoke at peace. At peace, yet confused. The events in the forest felt as though they were merely a vivid dream, perhaps the product of some faintness or sickness. But it quickly became apparent that they had all had the same experience. What to make of it no one was sure of, but there was wide sense of relief. They had put the forest behind them, the orcs now felt like a distant threat and for the first time since their arrival on the continent they met a race of people that was not entirely savage. It might be said that they were rather rudely spirited away but in truth they were thankful that the dark elves or whatever spirit possessed the forest had spared them and carried them safely further on their way to their unknown destination.

It was decided that they would stop and rest for a while. The journey had been arduous and harrowing and now they had the opportunity to experience a bit of calm. But it was clear to them that they could not stay. They had been thrown out of the forest without a word and it seemed a safe bet that if they valued their lives they should not attempt to exploit it. So for now the weary, young, old, wounded, anyone who could use the time would have a moment of rest, while those of youthful vitality would go north and west to forage and hunt and perhaps find where they should go next.

Once they were rested, their journey had to continue.


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More walking north/west
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