The path from the main road opens seemingly broad enough to get a carriage train through, but as it loops and folds in on itself, the way becomes increasingly rough, with potholes and ruts, and lures at every side, where the leaves themselves whisper the temptation "Perhaps this way is faster..."

If you make it safely through the tangle of foliage, if the jungle doesn't call you in other directions and foil every attempt at forging ahead by leading you in a merry dance of circles... eventually, you will find yourself... Dismounting at the Gate