The party slowly, quietly retreats, hoping not to draw the ire of whatever lurks within the accursed grove.<br/><br/>Sena's ears twitched, and she gave him a nervous look. "I don't know that we can. Everything there smelled<em>wrong.</em>Just getting that close felt like I was swimming through mud. Warm mud. Something... very wrong is there."<br/><br/>As the watch progresses, Devaguea doesn't see anything out of place... but the scent of rot and decay drifts past his sensitive nose. Just faintly, almost enough that he might wonder if it was a trick of the mind, or a strong wind from that corrupted glade...