Maybe more of the wine merchant. It’s been a while. Heemee sighed loudly and looked out into the Wildness. Fields and trees all turning from red to brown. Now I don’t know much about how to make wine but Heemee does and if she says autumn is when makin’ wine slows to a halt then that’s that. She had grown lots o’ grapes over the summer and made a kingly batch of her Finest, so she was well-stocked to last through the bitter Assol winter. Still, dracoins always got tight before the Spring Thaws.

Heemee’s sense o’ things was that this would be another one of them bad ones. The winter, that is. Gruesome winters out here in the Outlands and all the folk who survived ‘em never said different. Folk were hardy out here. Hardy hearty folk.

Another Storm was comin’ up on the horizon as she looked northwest, where all the bad Storms came from, if you’re lookin’ to get historical. “Aye, ain’t fun out here in the Autumn,” Heemee muttered in order to keep the scene going. Truth is she had no plan for what she was doin’ out here alone in the Wildness. Her customers were thinning (as was standard this time o’ the year, as mentioned upon the previous) and she liked to take her increasing free time and walk on through the forest paths before the weather turned particular brutal. She was round the bend o’ the shroomy dune and back again fer another quarter o’ the way from Gilba Gilba, so she couldn’t head on over to the Ragged Maiden or Teevee’s Tavern afore nightfall, so she kept her track to the forest paths.

NOT the Fleep Fleep forest. These were Heemee’s Woods. The Fleep Fleep was on the other side o’ Gilba Gilba, protectin’ the citizenry from the terror of the Madman’s Mountains; o’ course you knew that already on account of the readership payin’ close attention to the arrangement o’ things. Insofar as they have been outlined in previous lil’ sketches.

HEEMEE’S WOODS was just that: Heemee’s. Her trails took her on a pleasant ol’ circuit under the foliage, past streams and ponds and all manner of natural niceties. She inhaled with satisfaction; the lush vibrant scents of the forest entered HER FACE. Leaves and dirt and moss and rocks!