<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/f739cc6dd579a094b9969d99467fe116/tumblr_opzc2u9u4y1s1nfszo1_400.jpg)</div>As close to the Eltree as the Delvers are, they are lucky that Elise's voice didn't carry to the whole nearby clearing. No voice responds and still the Delvers can hear nobody out there. The elves in sight continue their movements as the Delvers go back to discussing plans. The feeling persists for Elise that something is wrong, the voice wasn't nothing. But there will be time to solve that later.<br/><br/>Voices carry strangely in the jungle and Elise's voice echoes among tree branches above, muffled by the leaves and underbrush but coming soon to a man hunched up in a hidden lookout spot, barely more than a deer stand. He has the same mask as the guard elves, but lacks the armor. He is Dirt. The sound stirs him and he looks down, a spyglass in his hand. His peering through the trees spots him an interesting sight almost immediately. "Shouldn't be here..." he whispers to himself. "Best tell them to prepare for Intruders... Can't be bothered to go down of course..."<br/><br/>The masked elf picks at one of the mushrooms growing on his skin and places hands on the tree. Through the bark, down the branch, to dozens of interconnected plants his will goes... And the Eltree prepares itself.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, even if you don't know that Dirt is here, you have the vague feeling of eyes on you. You feel exposed out here. What do you do?[/]</strong>