The painful realization that it will take more than just limping and crawling to get back home, made me stop in my tracks and lean against a tree as my support. I huffed and puffed, sweat was dripping down from all over my body. I have been traveling for an hour already and I have not made that much of a distance between me and the cave I just came from.
When one of the bandits successfully escorted me to the exit of their clammy hideout, I demanded to be left alone and not followed so he stood by the entrance and watched me disappear into the thick forest. I tried vehemently to recall the direction of where the carriage was last seen, I even memorized the specific trees and bushes and paths but in the end, it all disappeared. It must have been because I was badly hit by various objects,
