The moon hangs low tonight, and unfortunately it is not a full moon. A slice of it only lets a sliver of light shine down on you as you pass through the thick pine trees. The sap clings to your clothes, and the needles reach out, asking you to stay with them. The mountain side is steep, but it smooths out into a path.
The trees part and you find a very clear road to a tall rusted iron gate. The gate stands open, inviting you in, and you see a grand, but ruined estate in the darkness.
Follow the links to decide which path to take