Hoping she was doing the right thing, Katja sat down. She could wait an hour or two and see if Thrycia came back. She'd been gone most of the night already. Another hour or two couldn't hurt. Katja took her bedroll from the pack and set it down as pillow on the side of the road, and laid down. In a couple minutes, she was softly dozing to the sound of the forest.
Katja was awoken with a start by the feeling of hoof beats through the earth. As Katja sat up, hurriedly, she could hear them. Someone was coming, but were they friendly? Or Not?
Before she could stand, a horse burst from the thick fog, hoofs throwing up clods of soft earth. A cloaked rider reached down to try and grab Katja, but she was able to roll out of the way. She heard the rider curse softly in one of the trade languages. He wrenched the reins hard, trying to turn his horse around quickly. The horses hooves flailed, kicking mud up wildly. Definitely not friendly. Katja thought to herself.
A second and third rider appeared following close behind him. One of them spun a set of bola's over his head and hurled them at Katja, but by then, the woman was off the path and running amongst the trees. The bola's tangled themselves harmlessly around a branch.
    Katja kept running, deeper and deeper into the forest. From the sound of branches breaking and leaves rustling, her mysterious attackers, or, Katja glanced back over her shoulder quickly, startled at how close they were, two of them at least, had gotten off their horses and were chasing after her. The third must have stayed behind to watch the horses.
They wore riders cloaked slit at the waist over studded leather jerkins and carried short swords. One of them carried another pair of bola's in one hand, should he get lucky and catch Katja in a clearing long enough to throw it.  
Though Katja moved swiftly through the trees, her attackers were just as fast, smashing through branches without pause in their pursuit. Katja grimaced. This chase could only have one outcome unless…
There! She noticed a hollow depression beneath the roots of a massive, ancient tree. She ran through a pair of crossed branches, using the rustle of falling leaves to hide her movement, as she ducked and rolled under the roots of the tree. She crouched into a ball, hoping the shadows of the tree hide her well. If they spotted her, she'd have nowhere to run to and would be caught.
She listened to her pursuers' crash through the trees, not daring raise her head to look. It sounded like they were heading away from her. She waited a few, tense moments longer, until she was sure they were gone, then cautiously left her hiding spot, alert for any sign of danger.
It would be devilishly clever for one of them to stay behind, trusting his companion to make enough noise to cover his absence, and wait for her to reveal herself. Fortunately, it appeared her pursuers were not devilishly clever and she was alone…and now very, very lost.
Not having any sort of destination, but not wanting to hang around in case her attackers came back, Katja picked a random direction and started walking, treading lightly, to throw off any trackers.
After a few hours, however, Katja realized it mattered little whether or not her unknown pursuers found her or not. She'd lost her pack in her flight from the road, and with it, all the food she'd had. After her exertions, with the day dragging on as she walked, she was quickly becoming ravenously hungry.
No food, no water, no chance of hunting anything in this fog with nothing more than a utility knife… in a day or two the forest would claim her without a fight.
As if fate were mocking her, it finally began to get darker. The fog thinned somewhat…  only to be replaced by miserably cold rain falling down in sheets.
"Maybe I'm reaching the edge of the spell, or whatever was causing that fog." Katja thought to herself, desperately looking for any sort of silver lining. As if on cue, there was a loud thunderclap, and the rain fell down harder.
In the rain and gloom, Katja first detected the manor as an orange glow through the mists thrown up by the rain. A minute or two later, she stepped out into a clearing in the woods. A large manor house rose up over her, three or four stories at least, with a tower on one corner rising up even higher. Orange light spilled from every window.
Katja stood under what little cover the trees gave from the rain thinking. Should she risk the manor, and trust upon the mercy and kindness of whoever lived here? Cold water dripped down from a branch and ran down her back, as good an argument for finding a spot by the fire as she could think of.
On the other hand, it wasn't like she had a choice. If she didn't find some sort of help here, her only other option was to go back into the woods to starve. If she was on the edge of the woods, she might be able to find a village or a merchant somewhere and barter for food. But if she was wrong and this was the only bit of civilization for miles…

Go up to the door, it's not like you have much of a choice, right? You need provisions if you don't want to end up starving. You can get them here, whether you have to beg, buy or steal 'em.
   
Turn around and keep walking: this Manor house looks like trouble waiting to happen. Best to get out of here and hope for the best