The clause fails to catch and the glamour fizzles into waste.
He keeps following his trail, but besides the newly changed hedge and it's now muted greens and browns nothing appears to be remotely familiar. But he keeps going backward-forwards? Over and under and through, vines, fallen logs, dead branches and live ones that wiggle as he passes by.
Something relaxes within him, he's far enough away now to say that he wont accidently take a wrong turn and trip into the pit.
another Wits + Survival please



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