"You can stop bending now." -- still a whisper.

This part of a forest is not that bad, the ground is solid enough, no fallen
\ trees of huge size, no impenetrable undergrowth, yet.

"Take a one here."

What? I stop.

"Turn right slightly and keep moving."

Sure, I have no better idea anyway. I hope soon at the very least I get some answers.

"Wait here."

Behind me I hear something moving, not very loudly.

"Now, the hard part would be getting you in."

He didn't tell me to turn around, so I don't.

"I said I'm a friend, come here."

Riiiight. I see the problem. In front of me is an open hatch and a ladder going underground.

We stay silent. The man is... I would say in his sixties, of average height,
\ not overweight, wearing camo that could use some care, biting his lip with
\ a concerned look.

"We'll talk inside, just give me a minute to figure out... Well, we'll need
\ a rope anyway. Wait here."

[[He dives down into the hatch.|next]]

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