<span style="color: #408000">The elf began to walk forward along the path again, more careful now than ever to be silent. He had just taken a few steps when he heard faint crackling behind him, as if a creature were following him.  He waded into the underbrush and hid off the path, sniffing the air. He scented something vaguely human and grabbed a vine, shuffling into the tree above him to seat himself beside Lominvorn, who presently found himself observing what was about to play out. Levainlain prepared himself to call upon the use of his magic to direct the passerby back to from whence he came, but as he watched the man pass from his spot hiding in the canopy, he noted that something was different about the man. He watched the man bend to one side of the path, and then the other, observing the herbs and flowers growing therein. <span style="font-style: italic">I wonder if he's seeking something specific</span>, he thought. He crept through the canopy to a bit ahead of the man along the path and sighted a spot. Focusing on it, he slowly wrought from the earthen patch a small, rare flower with certain uncommonly-known properties and then waited for the man to pass. He watched him stop, observe the flower, carefully cut it, and move on. Smiling inwardly, the elf turned to Lominvorn.<br/><br/>"How now, Lominvorn, that I should be in the company of a two demons in a day in these woods, and further in that of an herb-seeker?" He joked, clearly quite astounded by his discovery. <br/><br/>"Have you never been without of the forest, boy?" Lominvorn replied critically. He grinned mischievously at the elf-boy's lack of response and hopped to a nearby branch, and then another, on to see what was to come of the intruders, leaving the incredulous fairy to stride widely behind him to catch up, occasionally slipping and barely catching himself each time.<br/><br/>Levainlain began to slow and creep along when he noticed that Lominvorn had stopped and found a post upon which to sit and observe what he imagined was one of the intruders, but as he became closer he noted the scent of both the human-herb-seeker and the incubus. He stepped delicately onto a thick, strong branch above the two of them and listened. <br/><br/>"Well that's kind of anticlimactic," the white-haired demon said to the herb-seeker, his hands on his hips. The two of them looked as if they had not expected the encounter, leaving the elf to speculate the purpose of this grand exhibit. He took a step forward, paying little attention to the placement of his feet, and nearly stepped on a squirrel. It hissed at him, catching him off guard, and he jumped back, slipping on the damp bark and tumbling down into the underbrush just outside of the small clearing in which their guests stood.<br/><br/>"Blast," he cursed, lying on his back with his hair covering his face.</span>