And so Argós stopped. He was walking, walking and walking and nothing of finding a city, a village or even a building of someone who was living in that forest. The green trees of long trunks and exposed roots filled the scenario instead. Large rocks with moss and bushes of all sizes accompanied the trees, giving diversity to the place. The ground, which was covered by the of the leaves, seemed untouched, as it had no trace of a humanoid being's feet. The sky was blue, somewhat cold, the sun itself didn't seem all that bright, but there was a lot of light in the forest still. It was probably midday.
...Yeah, he shouldn't have took that shortcut. Well, to start off, there wasn't even a shortcut, it was Argós' idea to cut the dirt path and go deep into the woods. However, in theory, it could decrease the amount of time he would have to spend walking in the forest. The map was showing it - if, instead of following the sinuous, curved pathway, the golem followed a straight line, he would get from where he was to one of the cities having to walk less distance, and potentially, use less time to get to the urban areas. The truth it's that not everything goes as planned and, since he had dared to go beyond the dirt road, he was lost.
Who is it to blame, the idea, the map or the golem? Probably the golem - first, because he was the one who got the idea, second, because he probably got the job of reading the map wrong. Perhaps he thought he was somewhere closer, more to the east, more to the west, perhaps he thought he was in another pathway, perhaps he thought he was in the south part of instead of the north... Either way, he brilliantly found a way to lose all sight of the dirt road and get stuck into a maze of trees and more trees.
Argós heavily sighed. He removed his backpack sack and opened it - the gems were still there. They were of all colors and sizes, all very shiny. They were few, but very beautiful. It was good to see they were there - it was hard to get them, back in the mines. They would sell very well when he reached the civilized areas. While he wasn't worried someone would steal him while he was deep into the woods, there was still a higher level of concern while holding those stones. Either way, he kept shuffling the items in his sack when he found a piece of cheese, somewhat small, bought in the last city he visited. It was still good, no sign of mold. He grabbed it, closed the backpack and started to eat it. He was going to have to eat if he intended to survive his way to the next town.
...Yeah, he shouldn't have took that shortcut. Well, to start off, there wasn't even a shortcut, it was Argós' idea to cut the dirt path and go deep into the woods. However, in theory, it could decrease the amount of time he would have to spend walking in the forest. The map was showing it - if, instead of following the sinuous, curved pathway, the golem followed a straight line, he would get from where he was to one of the cities having to walk less distance, and potentially, use less time to get to the urban areas. The truth it's that not everything goes as planned and, since he had dared to go beyond the dirt road, he was lost.
Who is it to blame, the idea, the map or the golem? Probably the golem - first, because he was the one who got the idea, second, because he probably got the job of reading the map wrong. Perhaps he thought he was somewhere closer, more to the east, more to the west, perhaps he thought he was in another pathway, perhaps he thought he was in the south part of instead of the north... Either way, he brilliantly found a way to lose all sight of the dirt road and get stuck into a maze of trees and more trees.
Argós heavily sighed. He removed his backpack sack and opened it - the gems were still there. They were of all colors and sizes, all very shiny. They were few, but very beautiful. It was good to see they were there - it was hard to get them, back in the mines. They would sell very well when he reached the civilized areas. While he wasn't worried someone would steal him while he was deep into the woods, there was still a higher level of concern while holding those stones. Either way, he kept shuffling the items in his sack when he found a piece of cheese, somewhat small, bought in the last city he visited. It was still good, no sign of mold. He grabbed it, closed the backpack and started to eat it. He was going to have to eat if he intended to survive his way to the next town.