*DAMON*
After a long and exhausting rest, we gathered our belongings, lit up torches, and prepared to continue our journey.
Our path led us to a wide river that blocked our way, and we knew we would need a boat to cross it. Vanora, always a bit anxious, voiced her concern.
"How do we get across? We clearly need a boat," she said, looking around nervously.
"We could make one," Dryden suggested optimistically. "There's no harm in trying."
Vanora scowled at him. "Look around, Dryden. We don't have the resources. There's no way we can cross this river and get to the waterfall."
"THERE'S ALWAYS A WAY OUT!"
we suddenly heard a loud hooting sound. We turned to find a giant owl standing before us, its eyes fixed on us.
"Oh, gracious Goddess!" Vanora gasped, taking a step back. We followed
