From her position on Viktor’s shoulder, Inga was able to watch the imp fall- until Viktor turned fast enough to give her whiplash. She mumbled an oof and lay there, trying to get her head to stop pounding as she attempted to steady herself. After a tense silence broken by nervous chuckles which eventually grew into hysterical laughter, Inga opened her mouth to complain, but Viktor placed her on the ground before she could. Instead, she merely scowled deeply at him, unable to come up with a suitable response to his words.<br/><br/>While the hunters completed their headcount, Magpie scanned the treetops. Tiny sniffed the ground energetically around her, then lifted his head and barked loudly. “I think I’ve been in this neck of the woods before,” Magpie said.<br/><br/>Inga snorted loudly. “What, you recognize it? The trees all look the same.” She sat down at the base of one of the trees, crossing her arms and resting them on her knees.<br/><br/>“Quiet,” she said. She looked at the trunks of the trees before she found what she was looking for. “There,” she said, pointing at a small marking on one of the trees- an upward arrow with a circle carved into the bark. “That means there’s a town nearby. I don’t know about you lot, but I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible. Heading there would be better than wandering aimlessly around and then getting eaten by whatever else the forest spits up at us.” She gave a dry cackle, as if the idea of getting murdered to death by something was lurking in the forest was somehow humorous. She glanced over as the giant man and the silent woman made rejoined the group. “Welcome back,” she said. “We ready to go?” She asked the group. Inga didn’t answer. Her headache was getting worse, and the idea of going on the move again was incredibly unappealing. But so was staying here alone again.