The thought of moving forward, while a logical one, was less than ideal given their exhaustion and injuries. Edric was just about to suggest that they find somewhere to rest, specifically to give the groggy Mr. Turner time to recover, when something caught his eye out: the seemingly purposeful pattern burnt into the grass.

"We should probably figure that out before we go anywhere," he said quietly to the group, his arm raising to point towards the ominous letter (message?).

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