<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>The long trek to the location the letter sent them to was largely uneventful, with Briar taking up much of the time speaking, either to herself or to someone else.  While it was certainly comforting to know that the young rogue carried so much knowledge of nature in her mind, all the noise was beginning to give Yula something of a headache, especially when combined with the fact that the kitsune had the pleasure of riding right next to Briar for most of their journey, her blackened ears twitching each time she spoke suddenly of which plants were which, and how the fauna should be acting.  She wore  her best poker face, which was largely successful at hiding what she was actually thinking, but it did not calm her mind one bit.  She'd thought nothing about this mission at first, simply thinking it was some freak accident or a ne'er-do-well at work.  When she was shown the location on a map, however, her stomach dropped in horrid realization of what this<em>really</em>was.  She remembered the recent excursion to Malrefesh's tower, and how she'd given the grand mage a false location to better earn her trust. What was it she'd asked for, again?  Ah yes, she'd given Malrefesh a phony story about how her supposed tribe needed food desperately, pointing to some random, uncharted area on the incomplete map Malrefesh possessed.  When she saw the map leading the Delvers to their next location, she realized it was one in the same.<br/><br/><em>This was her fault.</em><br/><br/>That was why Yula had acted in such an uncharacteristic manner, practically demanding that she be allowed to join this expedition.  Of course, she left out that this was her doing, unintentional or not.  It was no wonder, then, that she barely spoke on the trip, lost in thought.  Her vision worked, but what she really saw was her memory replaying the events that led up to this, and how foolish she'd been. All the pride that swelled within her breast for making off with the orb was nothing compared to the guilt she felt now. She<em>could not</em>let them know what she'd done.  Briar was talking again, but much less and much lower. Where there was once a forest, was now a vast jungle, though the fauna were<em>apparently</em>unchanged.  She freezes up at once when a voice cries out in the forest, one that they were supposed to believe belonged to a maiden in need of assistance, one of these "Seedbringers" or whatever they were called.  She grips her rapier, retrieving it from its resting place quickly.  She'd done this type of thing before, where a would-be attacker claims to be a victim.  There was no other sounds, however. No trees would fall, no beasts were attacking her.<br/><br/>"It's a trap." She mutters, peering in the direction of the yell.  "They know not what they attract." She continues, sneaking through the brush until she can catch sight of some sign of their would-be attackers.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger (Dex)</div><div class="spoiler_body">  At 2016-07-14 10:55:58, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90389) </div></div>