Roth keeps his crossbow drawn as the sharp-eyes Tully scouts the area. She locates a nearly invisible tunnel in some thick brambles, and Halpra ushers everyone in. The tough black thorns drag on your cloak as you push in, deeper and deeper. Finally, you reach the center of the bush. A ceiling of braided branches presses downwards, barely leaving room for the tips of your ears. The smell of damp earth fills the air.

“Lovely. You know, I might just summer here," Roth comments breezily, drawing a surprised snort of laughter from the usually quiet Tully.

He continues. "These brambles give us protection for now, but eventually we need to press on to Mossden. The journey will be much faster if we cross the river, but there's a chance we will encounter the weasels again."

Halpra shakes her head “The river is too risky. They won't stop until they find us. I vote for the summit. Yes, it will take longer and add time to our journey, but the weasels can’t follow us.”