Narrator: On the 7th day out from Polisberg, the delving band finds themselves in the midst of a massive forest of white yew oak trees, on the edge of a large pond. To the north is the large lake; forest surrounds them in all directions. Shelley: (( and we're looking for treasure! )) Narrator: Unlike the forests they passed by previously, these trees are well spaced, and mostly vine free. There is some ivy of various sorts, but not the hideous hard choking vines more common to the east. GM: Uhm, right. GM: You can see clouds in the sky through the gaps in the foliage, and the wind is still blowing heavily out of the north. Marik: Onward to finding silver yew! GM: Right, right. GM: And your plan is? Marik: My best guess is southerly. Heading in that direction, with the group, at least for a