“No, we don’t have such weapons. You can’t aim them properly. The Unnatural Hill might though, and we do have slings if you can use them,” an elf offers Rose. The three of you stand at the edge of the camp, ready to depart amid the friendly wishes of good fortune from the elves. Dross hugs Kasumi, whilst a young elf child approaches Deneve, offering the songstress a small, brown speckled egg she found in a tree. “Can you fly like he can?” the child asks in wonder.<br/><br/>Finally you set off. Over the hours, the trees seem to shift constantly across and back again along all the shades of green with the occasional red and spots of yellow and brown. Periodically you see evidence of other tribes: the ash of cold campfires, recently turned earth and bones left out for the scavengers. Sometime after noon you catch sight of another set of tents, these standing out more against the trees with a bluish tinge to the material they are woven from. These elves seem less friendly than the Warriors of the Red Leaf, which suits Kasumi as she is impatient to reach her destination.<br/><br/>Gradually the earth becomes sandier and the trees become less common, their leaves broadening, and their tone darker. You have one last encounter with the inhabitancy of the forest: an elf and a halfling from the tribe of the Outriders, mounted on small horses, or possibly ponies. They are more enthusiastic about your approach, offering encouragement amid laughter in your “conquest of the goblin lands” and staying long enough to watch you leave the trees. Here the terrain becomes familiar to Kasumi as your further reaching field of vision revealing the last remnants of the cliffs in the form of a ridge, running parallel to the beach. A slight breeze coaxes waves out of the water, but there is little drift wood today.