With the mist building up it probably wasn’t the best idea to go back. After stumbling around for almost an hour (deduct 2 STAMINA for hunger), you finally see a dark line on the horizon. However the Konigsförst is hardly welcoming, you actually reckon that you’d rather be out here surrounded by haze than amongst the dark, deceased trees. Nevertheless you enter (88).

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