Another<em>twang</em>of the bow-string, and a second arrow buries itself in a second goblin's thigh, eliciting another loud shriek of pain... and spurring the creatures forward, as they chase their "prey."<br/><br/>Once you reach the darkness of the naiad's lake-room, though, you become aware of another emotion joining the goblins' rage... fear. They're terrified of the naiad's waters, you feel... but not terrified enough to disregard you, and three forms descend upon you in the dark, whittling knives flashing...<br/><br/>Even in the dark, though, the otherworldly grace bestowed upon you by the faerie's mark makes you far too quick for such a crude charge, and you are easily able to dance away...