The wizard blushed under the artificial bear he was wearing when Leshana bounced in front of the mirror. She was energetic and amazingly hot but when everyone started to leave even he breathed a sigh of relief knowing well that this was a pretty rough job. From his right of the mirror, he looked apprehensive and nervous as hell as if what ever was to the right of him was much more terrifying. His boss must have been a real hard ass. Either way the mirror's magic faded and became a regular mirror and thus our heroines and hero, began to make preparations on leave of the camp.  As they do so, they noticed that many of the girls were getting into place and setting up shops and needed and necessary functions.<br/><br/>Many of the ladies here around the camp were of an assorted lot. Merchant daughters, merchants themselves, priestesses and servants, maids and caravan guards. All female and all quite lovely in their own special way. Many were bundled up in what could only be described as flattering winter wear. One meant to highlight their curves and hug against supple skin whilst keeping them warm. At least some of the merchants did. The guards women had a rather lettering breast plate with sheer mail covering the torso, a lovely skirt and leather leggings and gauntlets to both provide protection and study fan service. The maids had lovely black dressed with white corsets aprons that exposed their breasts held in place by the black dress. Thus giving functional fan service. It was like someone knew how to get the best of both worlds even in a completely practical sense. Of course even if they were highly impartial magic was not in short supply for the camp.<br/><br/>Once prepared and ready to make their way towards the High Dryad's tree, they soon started to notice the air becoming more crisp and cold to the skin. However thankfully they were kept warm by the magic they were benefitting from the scrying stones which either hovered around them or were on their person in some way. Those whom sought to go without one found they couldn't get rid of the stone, as it would always inexplicably wind up upon their person or find its way back to them without any say on their part. However it was a good thing because it meant the staff could make sure the heroes were completely safe and not in dire peril. Plus it kept the winter elements from turning them into popsicles. The supplies were thankfully plentiful in terms of essentials such as food, water, warm clothes and for making fires to keep them warm on their travels.<br/><br/>The deeper they would go into the woods, the more the branches of the trees were laid bare, sickly in some places due to the sudden freezing. The snow on the grass was quite fresh and from the look of it, unblemished even from animal tracks. Birds were scarce since they were trying to stay in their nests and keep warm but there were some hunting even now at this time. They could see still despite how often the snow was kissing their skin and dissolving off their person. It was naught but playful flurry at this state but the chill made it accumulate upon the ground.The party soon came across its first obstacle in the form of nature itself. A long river was blocking their direct path deeper into the woods. However, the surface of the river had been frozen. Whether or not they could determine if they could cross, or if the ice was thick enough in areas to support their weight was up for debate. But going around the river might take hours off their travel time and bring nightfall swiftly to their doorstep. What they decide to do is entirely up to them of course.