You follow the thinly walked track for half an hour before it illogically veers off South-West. So far it has skirted just around the unwelcoming Konigsförst but now it heads off in the opposite direction.
The landscape is bleak and lifeless and you can’t see anything ahead of you. If you were a human you would’ve been dying of the cold right now but luckily you only feel slightly uncomfortable. Do you want to: