Leaving the Forest
The party's progression led them to the forest's edge, where the burgeoning sunrise cast its warm glow. The challenges of their recent journey had made them stronger, but it couldn't erase the discomfort of camping amidst the forest's insects for over a week.
Relief echoed through the group as the open clearing lay before them, a symbol of their liberation from the dense woods. Their arduous days in the wilderness were now transitioning into the past. Yet, a signal from a young man with spiky black hair halted their approach.
His sword-shaped brows knitted together, a sight familiar to the group only in moments of peril. Without a word, everyone assumed their defensive positions, ready to confront whatever obstacle lay ahead. His gestures conveyed instructions to the watchful onlookers, a silent language that he had taught the group.