As the sun began its descent, casting elongated shadows across the dense forest, Tiffany, accompanied by her entourage, prepared to leave the safety of the city behind. The initial excitement of the journey was replaced by a growing sense of unease as they entered the foreboding shadows of the ancient trees.
Tiffany's usually composed expression shifted to one of concern. The looming trees seemed to whisper secrets of potential dangers, and the air was thick with tension. Despite the apprehension, Tiffany couldn't afford to delay any longer. The precious cargo and the safety of her servants depended on reaching the next town before nightfall.
"Alfred," she called out to the head servant, "Alfred, something doesn't feel right. We need to be cautious. Tell the servants to pick up their pace. We must leave this forest before nightfall."
