7 Uktar Year of the Ageless One

We are lost. I’m certain of it. Not sure where we are let alone where Magpie is. I’m not even sure where Bellasee is. What are we even supposed to do now, just wonder around in the woods hoping to come across someone.

Those that get lost in the woods are never found in time. We will become bleached bones before someone even thinks or finding us here. If someone finds this journal, tell my wife and kids that I love them and that I’m sorry for being eaten by a pack of rabid fey dogs.