Ziah would find even more evidence of someone's trail as she wandered down the left path, her bow drawn, eyes alight.<br/><br/>Whoever it was that came down this road last wasn't interested in being cautious, either.  A few broken and trampled twigs were strewn on the ground, a number of disturbed and twisted branches all throughout the underbrush.  Perhaps the absence of wildlife that Ziah noted was to stay away from the last traveler?<br/><br/>The pathway starts to curl itself off towards the east, as though it were winding around a small mountain that was swallowed up by the confines of the Tangle.  Towards the higher elevations, the colours of the local fauna starts to change.  Where the lower Tangle was just a great tapestry of green leaves and trees, this place was dotted with exotic flowers - vibrant colours of blue, purple and gold start to dot the landscape.  The flowers in particular were enormous!  An odd faint scent, a little different from the bog's stench starts to perfume the area.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>