Nina's resolve hardens. There is no second guessing, no hesitation. The urgency in her eyes is palpable. Kael, sensing her determination, nods grimly. "The Shadowfen is a dangerous place," he repeats, his voice low, "but if you're going, you'll need supplies and a plan." He pulls a worn leather map from his satchel, its surface creased and marked with faded ink.
This shows the main paths, but trust me, the Shadowfen holds many hidden trails that aren't on any map. Stick to the well-trodden paths as much as possible; straying could mean facing things best left undisturbed."
The guild master, though clearly worried, doesn't try to dissuade her. He knows Nina's tenacity; arguing would be futile. Instead, he gestures towards a shelf laden with pouches and vials. "Take what you need." he says, his voice strained. "Healing potions, protective charms... anything that might give you an edge." He pauses, looking at Nina with a mixture of apprehension and grim determination. "And be careful. The Shadowfen... it doesn't let go easily." Rex whines softly, sensing the gravity of the situation.
As Nina gathers supplies - potions, herbs, and a few protective charms - Kael points out a route on the map, marking it with a piece of charcoal. "This path leads to the outer edges," he says, "and it's relatively safe, at least compared to the rest of the Shadowfen. But even on this path, you will face dangers." He hesitates, then adds, "and take this." He hands her a small, intricately carved wooden amulet. "It might offer some protection against the whispers, the insidious magic that corrupts the 'fen." The weight of the task ahead settles heavily upon Nina. The journey into the Shadowfen isn't merely a pursuit; it's a descent into a realm of darkness, a gamble with her own safety and Ronan's very soul.