The route she has chosen leads along a wide, flat area, up to the point of a cliff, overhanging a steep depression, the stones making up the route to the island hovering in midair; a little difficult to climb, but numerous enough that, as long as she's not rushed, it won't be a difficult task.<br/><br/>To her right, the path is covered in twisted, wretched-looking trees, that look more dead than alive, while the left side of it is open and rocky, and a stiff, ill-smelling wind whistles across the entire outcropping.<br/><br/>About halfway to the bridge, which lies only a few hundred feet from where she began, she'll feel a slight itching between her shoulderblades, like something is watching her...<br/><br/>(Perception check, DC... 10, to notice someone trying to sneak up behind her, from out behind the trees.)