“Are you sure Rose? These creatures are powerful, we were badly injured fighting one and here there are two,” Red states his obvious but relevant observation, handing the girl his rope. “See if you can get some of that silver onto my arrow tips,” Daria instructs the spell weaver, who had been fiddling around with the ore at some of the easier points during the journey so far. He obliges, but warns that, “It won’t work as well as solid silver, and it will only last for one attack,” “One attack is enough with an arrow,” the warrior replies, laying the arrows out in case she need them. Above you the creatures are starting to get concerned by your presence, and one of them utters a sound halfway between a bird’s squawk and a beast’s growl.