Outside of Ardenburgh’s walls is a belt of leafless trees twisting up toward the dirty sky. These woods are pockmarked with enemies staging more of their technomantic machinery. Thankfully the citizens of Ardenburgh are “safe” behind city walls. Well, they’re still being slaughtered mercilessly, but I must push on, and newer players cropping up behind me must do their part for the citizens, too. The denizens throughout these particular woods drop worn baskets as loot. I wonder if there’s a Little Red Riding Hood metaphor to be found in all this, but I don’t encounter any wolves disguised as grandmothers, nor woodsmen to come to my aid. Just the baskets which sell for a few silver coins with the local merchants.