Night falls…
As darkness descends, we make camp as on any other night. But this evening, the air of the Gorge feels different. As the wind groans through the trees above, we shiver. For tomorrow we will pass into the perilous Heart of the Wood, where one of us will likely die.
We gather around the fire, knowing that this — perhaps — is the final time that we do so.
Words by the fire
Reader: this section is just for you. Do not read aloud.
Your journey is nearing its end. You do not know what fate awaits you in the Heart of the Wood. All you know is the future you have dreamed of, and the path you have trodden in your quest to reach it.
Speak of your hopes and dreams. This will be your last chance to do so.
Allow your companions to share their own visions of the future.
When everyone has gone to sleep, continue.
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The day of reckoning dawns. We walk on.
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