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The massive forest Keiza was currently wandering about had to be Pershna. There was no other forest like it. She reached into her bag and pulled out her map. Combined with the humid air around her and the heat of her cheeks, her glasses fogged so she just lifted them up on her brow and continued to stare at the map. A lost assassin, a bad jape it is. Releasing a sigh, she stuffed the map back into the bag at her hip and continued on. She was suppose to be off to Netura by now but she seemed to be walking in circles at the moment. Keiza released a sigh and plopped down on a rotted log. She'll just wait for it to get cooler, this heat was unbearable especially seeing as she was in all layers.

"My rules apply all the time." The voice cried out again from all around the group. "Weapons will get you killed and I have no power over the plants at this time of day." The voice laughed as an arrow flew past the group and skimmed Anduril's arm he was using to reach for his bow. "Touch it and that arrow will go through that head of yours." The voice laughed as the arrow was picked up by some vines and brought back into the darkness of a tree. Cries from things were heard as the arrow flew back and hit a tree in front of the group. "See my plants are still around." The voice cried out laughing.

Keiza shrugged off her large traveler's cloak and pulled out a small book, quill and ink bottle from her bag. She placed the bottle on the log and crouched down low on the grown to examine a plant. "Jimson Weed." She dipped the quill into the ink and wrote down the name of the plant and where she found it in her little book before setting the book itself on the rotted log and reaching for the plant. Now she could make a nice little poison for her katars.

Nalken smiled.
"Ah, my demonic friend. We are NO where close to Pershna. We have still miles to go before we get there! This fine Elf has no power there; only this forest belongs to him! Best we keep on and maintain his good graces." He walked lightly on, enjoying the air and humming a merry tune.

"The way you know the Pershna woods are a long way away, but not the way I'm going,"Anduril said to Nalken."These woods have no name that I know of, but they were once part of the Pershna woods." The last part was aimed at Altenna.

Nalken nodded in Anduril's direction.
"Indeed, sir elf. That is the case. These trees are generally thought to be part of the "Old" Forest, if you will. Ironically, they are actually a relatively new colony of Pershna's trees, but was seperated during a major logging campaign by Neutra's new "king", as it were. And by the way, I believe that there is something behind that wall of trees there," He continued, pointing at said wall at which Selce was staring.

Nalken smiled as he picked drew out his 6-foot quarterstaff. Ah...this would do just fine. And pose little threat to the sturdy trees.
"My good friend, a cheery disposition and lack of negative emotions does NOT mean that I live in a fanciful dreamworld; I merely see things in a...more abstract light, as it were? It makes life infinitely more pleasant when no one can truly anger you except when you wish to be. And do stay back, as I shall deal with this. Nothing in a wood is hidden to MY eyes. I lived in woods all my life." He raised his voice. "HO THERE, HIDDEN WATCHER! BEHIND THE TREE-WALL! YES, DO COME OUT! We wish you no harm!" He twirled the quarterstaff around, so quickly that it briefly vanished from sight, and then calmly tapped it into the ground, stopping it cold. He looked like a man with a steel bound walking stick.