You know it is madness to travel through the Deepwood without the Wire Road, but you have no choice at the moment. To stay here would mean certain death. Letting go of the Wire, you sprint into uncharted territory, the Wire Road quickly disappearing behind you. Thankfully, the buzzing fades with it.

As you continue on, an eerie quiet envelopes you. It is as though the Deepwood senses your every step. You pass tree after tree with only your compass to give you a sense of direction. You are certain you are heading east, but traveling across such a great distance, the smallest deviation from your charted path could cause you to pass Thrace without ever knowing. As the seeds of doubt grow in your mind, you begin to wonder if you made the right choice when you suddenly spot tiny lights off in the distance.

Looking closely, you see there are small jars filled with glowflies hanging from the trees, dozens of them, forming a crude pathway that winds off into the darkness. The glowflies would not last long in those jars, which means someone is maintaining them. Perhaps the trees lead back to the Wire.

Keeping one hand on your blade, you head toward the lights.

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