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It was early the next morning before the rain cleared. The four travellers were impatient to set out but had no hope of finding the Lost Forest unaided. They knew that either the Lost Forest would find them or they would have to rely on Stormaway’s wizardry to transport them there. They sat around the firesite with the others, their packs ready, waiting while Stormaway cross-referenced between two of his tomes of wizardry, muttering under his breath.
Finally he looked up, “Very well, you four. I am ready. If you could move a little away from the fire… Good.” He huffed and puffed away as he circled them, dragging a large stick that left a shallow furrow in the ground behind him. When he had finished, he gave a grunt of satisfaction. “There. Step one completed; place person (or people,
