With the party now having made their choices on where to go and what to do, the majority had decided to take care of the Dryad, because the less dangerous the woods were, the better the camp would be in the long run and they could make a potential move for the captive servants being ushered towards the Flesh Bazaars. The bugbear that was held hostage was still wanting to hold out on the information until they swore to release him. He valued his life more so than his fellow peers and no vow was needed to make him abandon his peers. And he points out that the girls were already probably known to the raiders because on of their number were saved by the Dire Wolves. So if he had gone back to warn them, then more than likely they were already aware of the potential of being pursued. The questions of how the camp was found by these packs of savages would have to wait for now.<br/><br/>So they would make their preparations and make ready to head food the woods of the Dryad Siala. She was in peril if her woods were being tainted by whatever black force was abound. Marching south west of the camp, the first few hours gave no indication of the potential for danger. However past the fourth hour, they would note how the trees looked more older, the bark a more grey color rather than a healthy brown. Looking up the leaves were pale red in coloring, the branches were sagging almost under the weight. The grass looked dry as if it had not seen water in a long time. Indeed it looked as though the very ground was being sapped of its precious resources. Nothing ill happens for the next hour or so.<br/><br/>The chirping of the birds continues though it's becoming more and more hushed the deeper you have headed into the woods. However as you move deeper into the woods, you notice something odd up ahead. There was an animal up ahead, a herd of grey and white wild horses that was currently trying to graze off the grass. Quietly adjusting itself, they began moving away from the party, closer towards a nearby number of trees in order to try and give some space towards potential predators. Most horses would be a bit more willing to take flight in the presence but perhaps they are simply just that desperate for nourishment that they are willing to risk a band of humanoids approaching them.