“There’s an exit on the other side, so we just have to wait until they reach the end.”
The people circled around cross the foggy forest.
Only one group continued into the forest while the others avoided it.
The people waited as Weed and his companions went into the fog.
They waited for one hour, two hours but they heard no news.
“Even if they’re moving slowly because of the wagon, it should be enough time for them to cross.”
“It doesn’t make sense that they’re not coming out.”
“Let’s go back to the entrance.”
Some people waited at the end while the others went back to the entrance. But they could not find any trace of Weed or his companions.