With the tree's moan, Jo grows uneasy,<strong>"This is the last time I trust Mages,"</strong>she mutters,<strong>"How is the digging coming?"</strong>her Elven eyes can barely see in this light. Still she manages to keep her arrow notched to the bow and has the thing aimed at the floor.<br/><br/>Beowulf shakes his head,<strong>"It's coming, but there's a lot of dirt...did the tree just moan?" </strong><br/><br/>Jo gazes up uneasily,<strong>"Not sure...this is why I don't mess about in nature, everyday the world cooks up new, unusual ways to kill a girl..."</strong>