From here, everywhere you turn your eye is an interweaving of wood and leaves. Not much of the bright overcast light above can slice through the shifting lattices of canopy. The thicket is denser in some directions than others, but the overall effect is so disorienting that you cannot remember how you came to this place. A few trails on the ground are marked by the passing of inhuman footprints.

• In the distant west, you hear the babbling of a stream.
• To the north, a path tunneling upwards through the spaces betwen vines and branches looks to have been carved by sufficiently magical beings.