Around them, the bumpy trail had clearly seen better days, as had the frontier homes and farmlands that surrounded it. One could see burnt out homes and fields, or vegetation that had long since overgrown and aged, withering away in yellow-brown stalks of harvest that had been neglected and spoiled. A clear sky hung above the group, the sun shining down and a somewhat chill wind biting through the winding roads.<br/><br/>The back roads did offer some benefits, however. They were not the main target of bandits – which had become increasingly common in relation to the goblins that were on the path of conquest, and a Drow would certainly attract at least some suspicion should there be any guards. However, there was still the sense of emptiness and loneliness on the roads, not even animals seemingly stirring in the forgotten fields. No doubt killed or taken by Goblins should the farmers have failed to leave with them.<br/><br/>And yet, there was a rather intense feeling, the sensation that things were not as peaceful as they seemed...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC/Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception checks, please!</div></div>