The Stones
The day wears on…
Soft mud extends for as far as the eye can see; the Wood looks like a beach when the tide is out, though we are thousands of miles from the nearest sea. The water dappling the silt reflects the sky above, making sky of land and land of sky.
As we pick our way through the sucking ground, one of us cries out. In our foolishness, we have stumbled out of simple mud — and into quicksand.
The Conundrum
The quicksand has you! As a party, you must work together to decide what to do.
Travellers may discuss freely.
Then, clockwise starting with the Reader, travellers may vote whether to PUSH THROUGH and risk the quicksand, FIND A WAY AROUND or BUILD A BRIDGE.
If the vote is split, the Reader casts the deciding vote.
