[Forest, A Quiet Path]
A cool wind twists through the air, carrying the crisp scent of pine. A generous carpet of needles and loam lines the ground, churning up dust that offsets the sharper smells with a sweet mustiness. The path is heavily trodden by the feet of men, women, and energetic children, all chatting excitedly as they head deeper into the trees or back toward The Crossing. You also see an overgrown trail.
Obvious paths: northwest.