You learn the lay of the land
After about an hour of riding, you reach a clearing in the woods. You
dismount Mabel and tie her to a nearby tree. Glancing around, you
notice a pile of boulders. You walk over to the rock pile
and begin to climb it, in hopes of learning the lay of the land. The
moss growing upon the rocks make the climb a slippery one, but you
manage to scramble to the top of the pile without much difficulty.
Standing on the summit of the rock pile, you can see the jungle spread
for miles around, a swaying sea of green. Your eyes turn to the east
and you notice what appears to be stone ruins not far from where you
stand.
Just beyond the ruins, there is a castle and a handful of huts, tiny
affairs with hay-thatched roofs.
In the north-west, several hours ride away from you, there is a
island is the ocean of jungle vines, parched patch of wasteland. In
fact, you can not even call it wasteland, because not even waste could
bear living there. It is desert, deserted by everything and anything
that ever inhabited it, except maybe sand, which you can see sifting
over its surface.
You climb down from the rock pile and enjoy a bit of food before you
depart.
