You walk back to the Dryad's tree, reflecting on your time together. Yeah, she is pretty hot. Things just turned sour, she got bored, there were petulant little arguments.
You pick up the dagger and sheathe it, and strap on the belt. It keeps the fur cloak wrapped more tightly around you, like a poncho. It's a really nice cloak, white fur on the outside and quilted red cloth lining on the inside. It's big enough to use as a blanket if you curl up.
The dagger fits nicely in the sheath, and its workmanship is similar. Probably a matched set. It's a bit worn and scuffed, and plain, but has a good edge and point. The handle is wrapped in black leather cord, which matches the sheath, but the belt is hard boiled brown leather with a dull silvery plain square buckle.
You walk up and gaze up at the tree, its branches waving as is slowly creaks side to side in the wind. You pull out your dagger and carve "Jeff + " and stop. You never really caught her name. You complete the carving "Jeff + Dryad = 4ever" deep into the bark. As you step back and admire your handiwork, the letters begin to ooze bright red blood. The tree makes a long series of creaking and snapping sounds, then ominously stops.
You're beside the Dryad's tree. You can't determine the time of day - it's daytime, overcast, breezy, and cold. You can't see where the sun is in the sky. A mist hangs among the trees.
There is a floppy boot here.
Clothes: Fur Cloak, Belt with Dagger Sheath
Armor: None
In Hand: None
Satchel (10/10) Big Heavy Book [Locked]
Bottle
Dagger
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