Lessa ventured further into the Grim Woods, loaded up with a pack full of salted foods, clean water, a length of rope, a knife, a small hatchet, and various other adventuring accoutrement she thought she may need.
It brought her comfort and confidence and perhaps thats what she truly needed for this journey.
It was the middle of the third day of her quest to seek out the wise wolfhound to rouse her mother from her magical induced slumber.
Lessa felt guilty that she had made so little progress, she comforted herself by remembering she was pretty poorly equipped to deal with the outside world, given her sheltered existence.
In an odd way she could almost see this as a positive thing. The spell acting as training wheels of a sort. Keeping her going when normally it all would have ended.
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