I tread carefully through the forest, my eyes scanning every leaf and vine for something new, something that might give me a lead. Most of the plants I've come across here are familiar, the kind that I've already meticulously cataloged in Noelle's journal. It's starting to feel like another wasted effort when I finally relent and head back toward my horse, ready to move on. But just as I'm about to swing myself into the saddle, something catches my eye—something peculiar.
Lmao remember Mona grabbed onto grape as they were escaping.