Greatwater Lake all by myself

The response was unnecessarily cryptic, and a poor attempt at a witty retort. Grimm furrowed her brows. "I'm deciding where to go," she responded, which was sensible enough. This was an important juncture in her journey, and the choice between left or right could make the difference between waking up alive tomorrow morning, and not. "Why are you talking at it? Are you insane?"