"That's what I said, ain't it?"The two chuckle again, and you're off once more. The hike continues for about an hour, and you twice more you pass large, unmarked traps... one of which has a deer at the bottom of it, its body ruined by the sharp bamboo spikes buried in the dirt. The grig chirps especially sadly at that one...<br/><br/>The sun is just starting to descend by the time you reach the break in the trees.<br/><br/>"Alrighty. This is about as far as we go... Good luck with the biggins holy man!" The grig jumps over to a nearby tree branch, and the little faerie dragon joins her. Again, both seize ahold of their magics... and a large acorn, with a hole at one end and three more in the crown, falls to the ground. "If ya end up back in the woods, give us a whistle... we'll help ya avoid the traps again, and maybe teach ya how to play a tune."<br/><br/>With that, the two vanish into the brush.