"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit..." Acantha says repeatedly as she stomps out of the maze, five guards watching her leave. Before she leaves the mouth, she turns around, saying, "Fuck you! Fuck all of you! Burn in hell! I hope you die! F-Fuck you!" The guards all walk away, not even acknowledging her torrent of expletives. "Yeah, you fuckin' leave, you assholes! Fuck you! Go die! Fuck..." Acantha adjusted her robe, re-closed the loose latch on her spell-book, and walked into the daylight.
For Acantha, this day could only get worse if she were to die right there and then. Then again, at least i wouldn't be alive, so there's a bonus, she supposed. She trudged through the soft grass and the wonderful sunlight, angry at everything around her. She hated the grass, the trees, the sunlight, all of it. It was all awful, not because she preferred the cave but just because she didn't like liking things. "Where do I head to now?" she said to herself, out loud. That was something she did a lot- talk to herself. She also worked out a lot, and did a lot of things someone does to try and handle anger. For example, she quickly cast a spell of combustion on a tree. "Impraegnationi ignis!" she shouted as the tree began to sizzle. She waited, but nothing happened, the sizzling stopping as quickly as it appeared. "Damn you, tree!" she shouted, before realizing she was talking not only to herself but to, as she would put it, 'goddamn, motherfucking tree.'
After about an hour of angrily stomping and generally feeling sorry for herself, she realized that she had no idea where she was going. She opened her spell-book and, using the section intended for teleportation spells, utilized the map it provided to decide where to head to next.