The trees

Timestamp: Ostiarium forests

Tarmen - The whispers you hear are ethereal, almost escaping your grasp when you senses registered them and before your mind has time to process what they say.
It intrigues you. You know it is likely some residual trace of last nights' high but you are compelled to follow this through to the end.

For the next few hours you wander among the trees. The whispers often make you change directions, walk in circles even, but you know you are getting further and further away from the city. Which suits your needs fine. You absently find yourself stroking your newest trophy, the imp's shrunken head. Part of you wonders of the restless nights have anything to do with it, maybe, deep down you know this trophy doesn't truly belong to you.
~MINE!~ a forceful echo comes into your mind unabated cutting across your thoughts and even the whispers. For a few heartbeats your mind is blank and you appear confused and lost, but the sensation recedes and you follow the whispers among the trees once again.

After what feels like hours you reach a clearing. The trees are naked and voided of leaves, their branches resembling twisted broken limbs. Your eyes are drawn to a particular tree with dark bark. Something appears to glow in its trunk as you approach it.