Delia pushed her way forward and left, through overgrown brush.  Maneuvering the sea of vines and roots, she got turned around a few times, but her investigative ability did not let her down--she put foot to paver-stone soon.  Though her plunge through the woods felt like a green eternity, it was no more than four minutes.<br/><br/>The sound of scraping hooves swiftly reached her--the satyrs from earlier must have been alerted, and were back for some more!  She could flee, or ready herself.<br/><br/>There was the road towards the city--past the manor's entrance--or the road behind her, where she might find the village Lactus ruled over.  Who could say what lay there?