This secluded hill, due to its lack of visitors, had few places to set foot on: either thick grass, or the branches of shrubs, along with twisting vines and the like.
As she passed through, Tilan's skirt and stockings were often hooked by the branches, but she was in no hurry, slowly pushing them away and moving along, not minding the dust and fallen leaves that clung to her clothing.
Is it here? She walked a good distance before arriving under a large tree, where there was a slight clearing, probably due to the tree's canopy, which left little vegetation below.
The decayed leaves crunched softly beneath her feet, and under the tree there were stones covered in moss and an inconspicuous hole.
Bracing herself against the side of a stone, Tilan applied a little force, and the stone shifted, revealing the slightly moist earth below, where a few insects crawled.
