A knight and his squire. Sort of.

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[Really, all wooded roads look the same, so in theory, it would be difficult to know if one was really lost or not. Still, Fisk has this feeling that he just can't shake - that this is not where they're supposed to be, and that they're no longer on the right path, and this is not a good thing. He's decided to take it in stride, though. Michael should know what he's doing, right? Well, insomuch as he ever knows what he's doing. Still...

A few more paces, and... no. Just no. This isn't right.]

Do you have any idea where we are right now?


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