Deepwood Weald bite my tongue

he followed, and followed, and followed until eventually, the realization set in that the hotheaded youth had absolutely no idea where he was or how to get out of here. still, astaroth continued to trail after him, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"you have no idea where you're going, do you?" of course he didn't. without bothering to wait for a response, the inky ghoul slid back on inky haunches, a sigh escaping into the air. after a moment of sitting there and staring at nothing but the earth's floor, astaroth rose with a new burst of energy. "wanna make a bet?"