� � � � � � The sun seems to have disappeared as you enter the forest, the mist that's ever present in the area of the realm you have found your way into hanging throughout the tree's branches.� Shadows slither across your skin as you walk, creating strange patterns up and down your arms, looking like creatures that belong there, albeit strange.� Music drifts through the lower boughs of the tall trees, though it is quite and almost inaudible.� Your foot falls are the only sound beside this, but mayhap an occasional rustle of branches will penetrate your senses.� To both your left and right and strung intermittently placed small candles, the flames bright in the darkness.� They are suspended by thing copper wire that is tied precariously to branches in no apparent order.� The fire in each is unwavering, scintillating dancers in the inky night.� The music plays out in your head, sweet arias of a harp mixing with pan-pipes and flutes, ones that sooth your ears and threaten to lull you to sleep.�
� � � � � � You soon come to a fork in the forest's path, each separate dirt road twisting and coiling into the distance, though each seems to be a rather pleasant walk.� A sign hangs in the center of these, old letters engraved with surprising clarity, withstanding the weather.� One reads, "To Novafyre Tavern and Inn", pointing to the West.� One below it, pointing to the same path as is directed to Novafyre, reads, "To the Guild of Bards and Minstrels - Rubylyre".� You decide to save this path for later and venture down the other, one that has a sign that reads, "To the... let the musi... engulf you".� You cannot make out the words; these apparently have been worn off, though the others seem quite clear.� You shrug this off, and continue.
