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The night passes. Rosa sleeps peacefully, while Eigla patrols the property's perimeter. She occasionally sees movement far in the woods, but nothing approaches the house.

Klimt keeps watch, Peggy sitting by his side. She eventually sleeps, her tiny, light frame propped against his shoulder. What kind of world would turn such a frail girl into a merciless killer?


*CAW CAW*

In the absence of a rooster, the everpresent crows awake you at sunrise, after a rather calming night. Mary seems to have already gotten up, and is heating milk on her kettle.

Mary: "Good morning, dears. Ready for some good old-fashioned shepherding work?"



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Everyone heads out into the fields along with Mary. It's a long day of bringing back, inspecting them for parasites and fleas, and marking the ones which are fit to be sheared.


Around noon, Eigla gathers the rest of the party for her sawmill excursion. Mary notices it, and walks over to where they are.

Mary: "Off to the woods, are you? Well, I won't stop you, but please do be careful. The wolves are not very active during the midday, but they're still rabid and ferocious. Make sure to be back before sundown!"


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You bid Mary farewell, arm your tiny companion as well as possible, and begin the trek towards the woods. Peggy seems strangely calm, much more confident heading into the dangerous wilds than staying in the farm.


The forest is dark and foreboding. Dead leaves crackle under your feet with every step, and you have to make a significant effort not to slip and fall on the muddy ground. There are... Sounds, all around you. The cawing of crows, the howling of the wind, and indistinct animal cries. The strange, crooked trees seem to extend their branches to snag at your clothes, and very little light passes through the thick canopy.

You see a few animals. Large rat-like things that scurry off as you approach, gaunt deer covered in strange, bulbous growths, and something like a bear - except considerably bigger, and thankfully hibernating. No sign of the wolves, however.

You reach a clearing, reasonably deep inside the green maze, and consider your options. You could try hunting for game, look for the lumber yard, search for other things hidden in the underbrush, or something else entirely.

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