The forest doesn't seem quite so friendly as you resume your trek. The faeries, for one, seem visibly disturbed by the realization that their kin are coming under direct attack from the Imps. And now, your pace is reduced by the increased need to be on the lookout for traps.<br/><br/>Twice, the fae direct you around well hidden traps- a snare, and something that looks like it would have dropped a boulder on you, and you start to regain some of the time you lost dealing with the bear traps. However, their luck doesn't hold out for the third trap, and suddenly you find your step breaking THROUGH the ground, and you slam down into moist earth about ten feet down (-3 nonlethal).<br/><br/>As you push yourself back to your feet, attempting to recover your breath and bearings after your fall, you see something... a slick, slimy substance, pouring out from the wall across from you...