Nalia could barely hold back a laugh as she answered his question with an ominous tone, “well Tormin, the dangers that lurk through this tunnel are the worst kind. They are small creatures, like children, young in appearance but old in age. Each one are accompanied by small flying balls of light that are known for trickery of the lowest kind, annoying and shrill in their voices. They dress in the same color as the green of their surroundings, blending in with the grass and trees, but they are always staring when you pass them by, as if staring deep into your very soul.”<br/><br/>She led him through the tunnel, failing to hide her smile. When they’d emerge on the other side, they’d find themselves in a very tranquil forest village, filled with homes built into and on top of trees like dens and treehouses. The residents are bright faced children in green tunics and hats, each one with a bouncing fairy companion. They do stare at the visitors, but more out of wide-eyed curiosity than with the mischief that Nalia had described. Finally the bartender let out a long held in laugh, “I’m sorry. The dungeon we’re gonna go through is ahead towards that large three. Nothing dark and spooky in there except for a bunch of bugs and monster plants.” She explained, pointing down the main path of the village toward a large towering tree with an elderly man’s face shaped into the wood, its mouth wide open into the ground like a doorway. “Unless you do wanna go for something a bit harder and more spooky,  and we can go through the Lost Woods to the Forest Temple. That place is full of ghosts and creepy grabby hand things.” She said, pointing to a dark entrance at the top of a hill to their left, strange music faintly floating out of it.