>Well, let's get this road trip back on the road again, route #2.
>And along the way, let's chat a little about what it was like to live the life behind the legends
>You make your way toward Gary, and from there toward Indiana State Route 30!
>...
>This is gonna take awhile. Between a surprising number of traffic lights in towns you knew about as a child but never really visited and long stretches of nothing but corn, it's going to be a dull trip. The highway, at least, has the decency to be divided and two lanes to a side, so you have some room to maneuver. Not that traffic is very heavy. Still, it almost feels like you can just forget about the events of last night, and what's been going on today...
>Archer, at least, is fairly chatty, curious about the corn in the fields; reminding you that it was never in England until the New World was discovered, commenting on random cars, and sometimes telling bits of her story at your prodding. She doesn't dwell much on her early life, but it seems she was born to farmers, more or less indistinguishable from most of the people at the time. She hints that she had a tendency to run off on her own and get lost in the forest, and that she knew a local druid. She doesn't go much into what precisely convinced her to take up the mantle that she did, aside from the local lord taxing the further and further. What is does dwell on is her lifelong war against the lord, telling tales of ambushes she set, traps she laid, and daring escapes from hunting parties after her. This all comes in pits and pieces, you have to put them together yourself. You may have to press her to get more information when she is less distracted by travel.
>A couple hours and some change have passed since you broke free of the traffic jam on the interstate. You are passing through a little town called Plymouth, and note you are low on gas. This shouldn't be too difficult to remedy here.
>_