“There, sir,” the shuttle pilot points to a tiny collection of buildings nestling next to the river, “That’s the town.”
The pilot now has the shuttle under manual control; she kills the speed and drops the craft into a hollow just north of the forest. As she finally cuts the engines she turns to you with a brisk smile. “Right, here we are, sir,” she announces cheerfully. Pointing to the south she adds, “The town should be about a quarter of an hour’s walk that way. I think I spotted a path running more or less straight through the forest, so you shouldn’t have any difficulty finding it.”
“Thanks,” you reply laconically. You let out another sigh; but at least this shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours, then you’ll be away from this wretched backwater – hopefully for good.
3rd place (out of 43) in the 12th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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