Shandul insists that there are no other trails, and that the one he found was indeed quite difficult to pick up. He is sure that only a very experienced tracker would have been able to accomplish this. With no other trackers in the group, and no other course to follow, the group decides to proceed south. Still, caution is the order of the day...just in case.
Shandul leads the way, following the trail left by small feet. The others all follow behind, with the horses being led on foot. The trail crosses over the trade path, and plunges into the thicker forest growth on the south side. Here, the trail becomes even more difficult to follow, as the trees are clustered more thickly, and the terrain is covered in periodic patches of rose bushes and other thorny thickets. Shandul keeps his nose to the trail, occasionally losing it, then picking it back up again. At times, he is forced to backtrack, as the trail seems to plunge directly into a briar patch, only to be found again on the other side. After three hours of this slow progress, only about six miles have been covered. The adventurers and horses are sweaty, tired, and scratched, and frustrations are mounting. Just as the most frustrated are on the verge of abandoning this hunt altogether, the dense and wild forest suddenly gives way to reveal an organized plot of land dominated by a pair of concentric rings of rose bushes surrounding a small clearing. A narrow path leads through the rings toward the clearing and some strange stone monoliths. Between the two rings stand ancient trees, each meticulously trimmed and cared for. Shandul notes that the trail leads to this spot and then continues up the path toward the clearing in the center.
OOC: Note that the group has reached area 'C' on the region map.