peppermint probz [the everlasting gobstoppers]

I limped away from the Bloodbath, my leg killing me from that girl's sword. The compass is kept safely in my pocket, while my sword is in my hand, ready to attack if needed. A familiar scent enters my nose as I continue to limp as fast as I can. The smell of peppermint. I look up, looking in wonder at the giant candy cane trees that provide perfect camouflage. Well, almost perfect, as I do indeed see a girl in front of me. I creep up from behind her, sticking my falchion out. "Turn around. Slowly."