The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur. You and the fae make good time, aided by the grig's magic performances. However, around five thirty in the evening, you find that the imps seem to have set up one last road-block...<br/><br/>Across the path rests a sleeping giant, cheeks flushed crimson with the effects of alcohol. He's positioned at a place that is overgrown on multiple sides, which could easily cost you your remaining moments of sunlight to navigate.<br/><br/>"What should we do?" The grig whispers in your ear... "Could we wake him?"<br/><br/>The dragon shakes his head and points a clawed foot. "We can use the trees to climb over him... it'll only slow us by a minute..."