H17 - Hedge - Deep - Woodheart Fork
Caught at the crux of two popular trods, a well-traveled path winds between the thickening growth of thorny bushes bearing pink blossoms. The flat, mossy paving stones are nearly buried beneath the dirt and grass from such heavy use. A sign posted a few yards down the path reads Where the Wild Roses Grow as if to state the obvious. A few more signs follow, difficult to read at this distance, but the commotion of commerce heard in the distance might offer insight into the place's purpose.
The tangle of trees continues off into the distance, while the nearer fork takes a darker turn, undergrowth often torn or shredded near the narrowing dirt path's increasingly thorn-filled border. The cause of this destruction, great and small, is quite careful to remain unseen.