As you enter the Dark Wood, you see that it really earned its name - the tall trees are very thick, and as a result little light manages to pass through the branches. You can hear many sounds, from the wind breezes to the chirping of birds - it really seems like the forest is alive as a single, breathing being.

Not far from the Big Yew, where you fended off the goblin attack, you see a very organized, abandoned camp. There is a fireplace, a pile of logs for wood, and several little wooden houses built on the lower branches of the largest trees. They're a little small for a human, but they could fit an elf just fine. Hung on a wire between two branches, there are the remains of what used to be salted meat and fish - they seem to have been savagely devoured.

Most of the little houses are damaged in some way, two of them being linked by a thick trail of blood, that continues into a thicket of the Dark Wood. From a certain point onwards, small bloodied footprints branch out of the trail, and wander off in another direction. Both paths out of the camp are easy to follow.