The trail was thin and narrow, the brush from the forest grew thick on either side making it uncomfortable for anything human sized to move through without scraping against branches and leaves. Though it would be perfectly comfortable for the low, scurrying form of a goblin. There were no flashes of orangish flesh in the brush, nor of dark cruel eyes watching the heroines pass through.<br/><br/>But after ten or so minutes of wandering there was a sound. As Avreene's thick leather boot collided with, and snapped a thin, frayed cord there was an audible<em>*twang*</em>and a whoosh of air and leaves...