Your breathing becomes forced. You begin to worry that maybe you’re trapped here too and you just don’t know it yet. You ask if it would be alright if you left now to get some supplies. Princess nods and signals for them to head back outside. Amy glances up to you, seemingly on the verge of tears, but says nothing. She appears sorry.

Along the way you try to explain that your tools will come in handy when you come back. And you’ll be sure to bring food and blankets. Whenever you make eye contact they nod, but otherwise show no sign of response.

The three of you return to the hall where you first met. You notice now much warmer it is in here by contrast. Still cold, but not dangerously so. You leave your gauntlet, bow, and arrows on the table, to lighten your load. You tell the two ponies you’ll be back as soon as you can, and even leave the food and drink you had left with them.

They both wave and lie down on the rug surrounding the table while you head for the exit. Amy still seems to be fighting back tears. You wish you could console her, but you’re somewhat frightened by what happened. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that it’s entirely possible these two aren’t actually on your side.

After leaving the building, you turn around and look back until you’ve passed the still opened gate and can no longer see the building’s doorway.

…

That was two hours ago. You take one last step and find yourself at the end of the mountain’s trail; back home in town. The moment you stop your head floods with thoughts, not the least of which is troubling…

Back at your home, you grab two more sets of saddlebags. You fill one with your smithing tools and three blankets. Another with an ample supply of food and water. You have one empty saddlebag with two compartments that you can still fill, along with a few bits you had lying around to possibly buy something.

It’s roughly four in the afternoon.