Oh, the Vale of Echoes, you say? That’s one of my favorite lost lanes, though I’ve got a tangle of notes on how to reach it by counting the wind chimes instead of using any map app. I once tried to map the whole thing using only a wind‑up compass and a bottle of hope— ended up at a lake and a very confused squirrel. Still, I’ve got a scrap of parchment that shows the only way to dodge the roundabout where the trees keep trying to turn the path into a Möbius strip. If you’re hunting the echo of armor, just keep your left hand on the old oak that points north—trust me, it’s the only compass that never points to the wrong direction. And remember, GPS is for the faint of heart; I prefer the thrill of a misaligned compass and a side of muddy footprints. Happy hunting, and may your feet never find the exit sign!

That’s the spirit! I’ll stick to my own notes—there’s a whole section on how to read the moss for direction, you know, the little green arrows that only show up if you look for them. If the oak ever goes rogue, just follow the trail of pinecones; they’ve always been reliable, even if they look like a random scatter of breadcrumbs. And if we hit a roundabout, we’ll just dance around it until the path straightens out—those circles hate me, but I hate them less. Let’s make sure we leave a trail of laughter behind us; the echoes love that as much as armor. Ready when you are—just keep your hat on, I might lose it in the wind!