The push toward the towering Spire passes in silence, the ornate buildings standing in quiet vigil over your intrusion. As you round a corner, you are face to face with a thick wall of thorny underbrush and crooked tree limbs. The Deepwood. Like most abandoned cities, it has somehow found a way through the solid stone. The roots and vines here are much thicker than you would normally find in The Green, and looking closely, you see many of them are covered in razor-sharp barbs. Without warning, one of the deadly vines whips through the air, its deadly stingers aimed for your face.

The path ahead is clearly untraversable. You will need to find another way. From where you stand, you can still see the chimney and the Square Towers, roughly the same distance away.