"Goblins? We didn't encounter any goblins," they said, looking a bit concerned. "Should we have? Are we looking in the wrong place?"<br/><br/>They would point out the destination on the map, as well as provide directions to it - it was fairly well hidden along a ridge, and would take a fair bit of effort to reach - on foot, anyway.<br/><br/>When they were about a quarter of a mile away, Devaguea's paranoia would pay off, and he'd spot the almost imperceptible sign of magic, flaring just before it triggered, enough that he was able to shout a warning, and possibly get airborne, before the nearby rosebush suddenly exploded outward in a horrifying tangle of vines, spreading across an enormous area and choking it with thick, jagged vines.