Mortimer decided after brief consideration that he would go into Pecha forest. He liked it more than boring, safe, droll Grasseveil town. And if he got attacked, who really cares? Why be scared of something that might not even be there? And if it was....well...he continued moving along.
Desdemona moved gracefully through the air. Oh, how she loved her new body. But... where would she go now? She couldn't return home, they'd all still hate her. She stopped by the roadside, contemplating her next move.