They walked through the mist in urban silence--the kind where the light buzz of cars in the distance meshes with the usual buzz in your ears. Street lights blared and time began to wrap around them like a blanket. One step, two step, one step, two step...then they were upon it. The tree, like a praying Mantis was perched at the gate of the enchanted forest like a guardian of playfulness and warning. Liz and Jam were reading into the message that the one hallow eye of the warrior was sending out to them-- BEWARE. All actions have consequence.
The staff pointed in one direction.
Was it an entrance from the outside?Was it an exit from the inside?