Cook looks up, equally confused to be at the stream as to be surrounded by a small group of people.
"Dinner's over. Can't offer you anything. You best be gone before the others return. They're not friendly." Cook pauses for a second, more confusion on this face.
"Lost? Well you go..." Cook turns three complete circles, a concerned look on his face as he studies the landscape.
"This way...," has says with a waiver that does not inspire confidence.
He takes six confident strides, leaving the cookpot behind in the stream, before turning left. He circles a wide tree trunk twice before heading back the way he came. Abruptly he turns right, stumbles down the embankment, landing facedown in the stream. He stands, unfazed by the stumble as if he planned it, and starts up the opposite embankment. He grabs a small sapling to hoist himself out of the water on the opposite side. The sapling promptly pulls loose, once again dumping him back in the stream this time ass first.
Cook stands up and realizes no one is following him at this point.
"This way, the others aren't friendly..." he says. He scrambles up the embankment for a second time.
In the spot where the sapling was now stands a stone monolith, only about 4 feet high, impossibly old looking, with arcane marks on it. Cook pats it as if patting a dog on the head.
"Yes, yes, this way....aren't you coming?" As you look incredulously at one another you notice the fog rolling in from behind. The cookpot is nowhere to be seen.
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