[In the absence of proper trails cut through the dense forest - the reason for which would become apparent only once he sees the winged natives of the village to which he travels - Jean Valjean carefully navigates the path of least resistance. However, even the clearest way is choked with obstacles in the form of the land's exotic flora and fungus.
He travels alone, but he keeps an eye out for groups of fellow travelers. Those who are struggling, he helps to pick a way through the tangled undergrowth, and then they go on their way. He pays close attention to potential landmarks too - a particular tree or a rock jutting from the mossy ground, anything that might mark his route.
Suddenly, he perceives a voice from afar. At least, he assumes it must be from afar, so thin and faint it is in his ears. He calls out:]
anyway... iii a
He travels alone, but he keeps an eye out for groups of fellow travelers. Those who are struggling, he helps to pick a way through the tangled undergrowth, and then they go on their way. He pays close attention to potential landmarks too - a particular tree or a rock jutting from the mossy ground, anything that might mark his route.
Suddenly, he perceives a voice from afar. At least, he assumes it must be from afar, so thin and faint it is in his ears. He calls out:]
Hello? Are you lost?