The thick forest near Curt. Curt.
"I don't think we know where we are headed."
The princess for the first time admitted. Her countenance had fallen and her jaws dropped. Her eyes waning off and her guts seemed to had been smothered. Her back was pressed to the cold wall of the cave. Twas somewhat lukewarm in there compared to outside. The dusk was dragging near and twas better to found a resort before they'd be knocked over by the dusk. And probably several other things tied to the dusk.
"Why give up now? We ain't at the point where we can retreat."
Hulu's firm voice affirmed. His tone burnished with determination and sternness. He was bent on making the princess realize the urgency of the matter at hand, though she had an excuse.
"I never said we should retreat, I was only saying that, we or I, have no faintest idea where we are and where we are headed."
