C430 To the Black Mountain
*Hiss!*
A peculiar scent wafted through the air as Blood Rose liberally sprayed both herself and Wood with a special insect repellent.
As the scent of the concoction permeated the area, the insects lurking in the shadows scurried away as if in a panic for their lives.
Map in hand, Wood led the way. It was a map drawn by Old Crow, detailing the whereabouts of Illewell