At last, the time has come to leave Thrace. You have endured enough Thracian politicking, and lingered in the shadow of an oppressive slave system long enough for your liking. With a lengthy journey ahead, you make for the Tradesman's district to stock up on last minute supplies.

With Thrace at your back, you plunge into the Deepwood once again. The scorching sun rising over the city behind you is blotted out by the thick forest canopy in a matter of moments, enshrouding you in a murky twilight. The sounds of cracking whips and merchants bartering soon fade away, only to be replaced by the eerie silence of the woods. With one hand on your blade, and the other on the Wire Road, you march into darkness.