As you progress in your journey, guided only by hope and instinct up to this point, you feel a sudden pull toward the bridge connecting the Woodlands to the Wakes. It's difficult to describe the sensation, almost as if you're being led by some invisible string tied to the very depths of your soul.
You're helpless against its thrall, and you feel your heartbeat quicken in anticipation of what might lay ahead.
You reach the bridge.
The noonday sun has risen to its apex, and in that very moment, something shiny in the river below catches your eye.
You feel compelled to investigate.
Do you?