Curtis led them along the wet land, hopping over puddles and keeping ahead of them. The land was fairly open, consisting mostly of hills and muddy paths, so chances of an ambush were unlikely. They walked for a good 20 minutes before finally, something appeared before them in the distance. A forest, tall and thick, its trees bound tightly together, making an almost natural barrier of wood and leaves. Individuals could slip through, but an army would have trouble moving through it all at once. As they approached, Curtis waved them over and pointed at the trees.
"There it is, boys. That there is the border of Galothiel."