It would seem opportunities abound on this vacation of ours, hm? I can think of a number of books I would love to experience in this way— but I'm rather enjoying visiting this story of yours, myself.

[The direction marked by the arrows is plain enough, and Gale approaches the first marking to lean over and examine it closely with a hand against his chin before he proceeds to follow the path that's been laid out for them, shooting another smile in her direction.]

Their message is plain enough. Let's see where they lead.

[The number of arrows they find leading them through the grass is far greater than he might have expected, directing them to duck between stones and head past a fallen log. They don't have to go terribly far before something else catches his attention, but where he's been filled with eager enthusiasm up until now, his smile finally falters, brow furrowed.

There, resting against a stone, a glowing seven-pointed star can be seen, a symbol that matches the earring dangling from his left ear, the light bright against its surroundings. It looks solid enough to reach out and touch, but he only frowns as they approach, troubled.]

That's the symbol of Mystra. Strange, finding it here.