"Not far." To Elsie, who has traveled every inch of these woods, it's barely any distance at all. But even to less seasoned adventurers, it's not a long journey, just to the edge of the forest.

Roots begin to show under foot. They lead to a large, moss covered tree adorned with bits of glass, cloth, or other trinkets hanging from its branches. There's a hollow in the tree large enough that items could be placed in there, and about the trunk, the name 'Elsie' is spelled out with metal bits pressed into the bark and left to be partially grown over until fused with the wood.

"See?" Elsie says, poking at a piece of broken ceramic dangling off a limb by a length of string. "Shiny?"