Neverwinter Forest You got a flat pancake? Just call it a crepe!

Arrille had spent the long trek back in silence. Not murmuring a word, not singing to any 'shanties' sung. Only occasionally looking up to Maude's face, wondering how much they truly cared about all this. He however did feel a sense of joy when he saw the forest, and ignored the lack of scent. He rushed ahead of Maude, only a few paces before she began to swear. 

He glanced back, stopping. "Maude...what's wrong?" Then he noticed the lack of a scent. He turned back to the forest, sniffing at the air. And then, he just sat down, staring at the forest. With a blank expression. "Where's the border?" Then without thinking, he bolted straight past the tress, calling at the top of his lungs for his mother.