Your attention returns to the Deepwood path laying before you. The Wire Road runs off into the distance behind sickly trees. Since taking the Oath, much of your time has been spent on the Wire. The predetermined path. An iron-forged reminder of your responsibility. Every step was the product of the one before it and every step after was laid out as though the footprints were already there. Trudging on toward the village, you return to your thoughts…

…The Broken Oak had not changed and you were glad for it. Greycane and Bram had welcomed you upon your return. Greycane shared news of the city and Bram shared a home-brewed concoction he had called 'gin', which you could only describe as 'needing work'. Midge had been there too, happy as a river rat with his own tales of Verum streetlife and all the little corners he had discovered.