A Gin That Could Melt Dog Tags

Lynvarr slipped into the shelter of the woods, casting one more glance at the sky where the clouds were hanging in the north, dark and low. They had yet to block out the sun which illuminated the trees in its golden glow. Lynvarr hopped onto the lowest branch of a nearby tree. The trees here grew and twisted in unusual fashion and he wondered if it had anything to do with the soil or wind here in the north. They had numerous branches many of them low enough that should he wish to he could climb high up into the trees. The forest seemed thick, partly due to the way the branches grew. Lynvarr paused and scratched a trail marker into one of the near by trees. He could see getting lost in here fairly easily, especially as it was hard to see the sky in order to navigate. At least with the sun working its way down there was some vague idea where its light was coming from.