Post by aquafarmer on Mar 20, 2023 17:44:29 GMT -5
Perched upon a sizeable branch up in the boughs of a large tree, Anen watches the ruins within the Bramblewoods for a long while, taking mental notes of the nearby spiders so as to avoid them when the time comes. This is where they live. This is where they came from. The rain drips down all around him, his leathers already completely soaked from the walk here and wandering around the woods, ensuring that there were no other traps or unpleasant surprises awaiting him. His message was delivered, but now was time for one of his own. Shifting his weight once more so that the somewhat large sign strapped to his back would not get caught in any of the branches, the elf silently slipped down the tree and crept into the ruins. Ensuring that no minotaurs or surprise parties of adventurers were in sight, the elf slowly and silently moved to the edge of the ruins. He slowly removed the sign from his back and planted it down into the ground where hopefully the minotaurs would see it. Then just as silently, the elf turned and padded back into the Bramblewoods. His job here was done. Whatever came next would be out of his control. Something strange was definitely going on in the Brambles... he only hoped that one day soon things would go back to being boring and normal once more.