It takes very little time, a mere two hundred paces, before the party stumbles across a stony clay path that originates next to five huts on the edge of the wood. There are a few old women who look up from their dough-making when four humans, a half-orc and four dwarves emerge from the trees. They seem undisturbed by this, and go on working. They appear to be in eastern European dress - colorful patterns, bright reds and yellows, wearing Hollar caps, apron-petticoats and slightly pointed shoes.
The path leads directly towards the edge of a mighty river, 250 yards distant. The river is hundreds of yards wide - the ship mast that was seen earlier belongs to a ship that seems to be floating peacefully down the river, with men aboard busily working at making her ship-shape. Across the river, the forest seems pretty much the same ... low, gentle hills, quite a sylvan woodland filled with the colors of autumn, and breathtaking despite the overcast sky. There are some signs that the clouds are brighter and thinner towards the southwest, as you understand the perceived southwest to be.