Nall cursed under his breath as the mirror went dark and then slowly cleared up once again merely reflecting his face now. That had been... less than informative but at least it gave him a few images and possible starting points. If not for the fact that angering...<i>whatever</i>had given him this job was likely a bad idea he would probably just abandon this wild goose chase. Glancing up he saw the toll booth, a small wood and stone hut which housed the guardsmen who collected the toll from travelers. There was a relative dearth of foot traffic so he was not held up long.<br/><br/>Counting out the few small coins for the toll he pressed them into the palm of the bored looking guard, and continued past the iron 'fence' that funneled all the foot traffic through the toll gate. In the distance he could see the deep green of the forest steadily rising over the horizon and stepped up his pace, wishing to at least make it to the forest edge before making camp.