{Scarlett}
The carriage stopped at the edge of a forest that looked like it had been designed specifically to murder overconfident adventurers.
Trees thick as houses stretched up toward a canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. Undergrowth tangled everywhere—thorny bushes, fallen logs covered in moss, suspicious rustling sounds coming from places Scarlett really didn't want to investigate.
Kanna stepped out first, already scanning their surroundings with those calculating eyes.
Scarlett followed, trying to look confident and professional instead of like someone whose brain had spent the entire carriage ride screaming.
The driver tipped her hat.
"I'll be waiting in Snowcille, if you wanna leave early. If not, I'll be back tomorrow, like the lady said. Don't get yourselves killed."
"We won't," Kanna said, shouldering her pack.
The carriage rolled away, leaving them alone at the forest's edge.
