Sharpspike leads the way, scrambling from branch to branch with ease and motioning for you to follow. About 15 feet up, the kobold stops and waits for you, keeping a silent lookout for any unwanted surprises, and pointing at branches he knows to be safe.<br/><br/>You aren't so lucky. About eight feet off the ground, you grab the wrong branch, and the dead wood gives way under your weight. Luckily, you manage to cling to the tree's trunk... But you can hear the snap echoing deep into the hollows.<br/><br/>It is only a moment before the sycamore's inhabitants respond. You hear several chattery mite voices... And a deeper snarl with them. When you look down, you see three more of the ugly little faeries, and towering above them, a creature who looks like a hybrid of a hyena and a man.<br/><br/>The gnoll grins madly up at you, and calls to you in raspy common.<br/><br/>"Elf-girl... Why are you in our tree? Why not come down to ground where it's... Safe..."