In the afternoon the path teters out between the trees. Forest, nothing but forest in all directions, wind moving in the trees, warning cries of birds alarmed by the gift, wolf tracks.
Following the instructions had been easy enough. After taking a boat down the Mosel river and up the Lahn, the travellers found the standing stone mentioned a few miles downriver from the little market village of Ems an hour after sunrise.
The path north was overgrown, and looked unused. Twice the grogs mistook an animal trail for the path and lead the party along for a few hundred paces before realizing that they had left the path. If the underbrush had been thicker, it would have been impossible to make out the path miles ago.
The primordial forest feels alive - unspoiled by the dominion. They've been travelling through a weak magic (or fairie?) aura for hours now - unsurprising in these surroundings.
Hildegard looks at the grogs who declare that they can't find a path continuing from here.
"Are you sure?", she asks, but they just shrug helplessly.
She looks around. The forest looks untouched. No clearing, no fireplace, no crumbling walls: If there has ever been a covenant in this location - it looks like it has left no traces at all.
"So this is it?" she asks, bewildered and somewhat disappointed. The grogs look at each other and shrug again.
ooc: feel free to finish the welcoming dialogue at the end of chapter 3. I assume we allow the new magus to tag along.