As you walk through the half dead looking forest, the first thing you notice is there is no indication of birds in any form. No sounds of flight or any caws of a crow. The forest gives off the feeling of being empty minus the mist that fills the entire area. The lingering veil of water was odd in more that it never went away and it was a sharp contrast to the rest of Droaam’s dry environment. The roots and vines of the plant life cover the entire surface creating a wood  floor with the occasional rock sticking out from the bark covering. Despite the emptiness of the area, the bark showed signs of animal life, deep claw marks and a few scorch marks.<br/><br/>Just when you think you are alone, you hear the soft pats of experienced footsteps, albeit not good enough to escape your hearing. Your eyes pick out a few shapes sneaking around in the mist, getting just a good enough view to tell they are humanoid, and while not huge, bigger then you. The group proved to be rather well organized and took up points around you, four of them taking position around you, circling you as they got ready to strike. It was clear they were anxious to strike despite their moderately skilled attempt to ambush you before you noticed them.<br/>