"Grass did this to you." Alistair says looking at the field with a grimace. "What manner of plant cuts and drinks blood from cuts?"<br/><br/>He bends to a knee and looks to the figure in the distance. A straight line to the man seems a path for injury as others have tried and bled in their attempts to walk from their clearing. He looks about at the ground. His mind tells him there is some simple solution to the conundrum. A puzzle piece we have yet to attempt to place. Seeing nothing that could aid him in any way he dashes across the field at a jog smiling about halfway to those who crossed before he hits the first patch of bladegrass. He screams "Yeouch!" and continues to run. He stops near the others and looks at Vara's legs then his own. "Twinzies..." He says casually as he catches his breath.<br/><br/>This is a very weird dream...your not supposed to feel pain in your dreams are you?<br/><br/>OOC: GM do I see anything of use out here besides our bare naked flesh...weapons...a shield...anything? At this point would i know how to cast a spell?