As the topic slowly switched from rumours to facts, most of the younger hunters went quiet, as the older hunters debated the utility of various trails, and the perks of each. One with harsher climbing, but crossing three streams along the way, and a small glade that was good for rest and deer. Another was an easy walk, but only crossed one stream, and the ground tended to be too damp for camping or even taking a break, but with more opportunity for wild fowl. Another chimed in that an old game trail was the best route, as it offered the middle of each, a not as difficult climb, with two streams, and an alright area for rest, though it delved more shallowly into the forest proper, and tended to cling near the edges of the forest, instead. When she began on the topic of Midgar, however, her words evoked sighs of wonder and envy, and she was immediately bombarded with dozens of questions, regarding everything from the clothing of women, to the price of bread, to the size of houses, and even to the comparative number of women to men. They asked about other races, and other creatures, for non-humans were few, in this particular encampment. They inquired about jewelry, tools, weapons, and the weather, while discussing how short of work the city guard would've made of the undead army; and the army grew, in their retellings, and in their questions. Thousands, it must've been, clearly; and only a handful of men to resist them. They asked, vaguely, about the men, and about the fighting, about the size of the castle, and what the Necromancer's treasure-room looked like.
The night grew later, and their questions became incessant; the topic was almost impossible to steer back toward discussing the forest and its' potential dangers; instead, the men were fixated on glory, and the far-off city of Midgar.