Noralei has taken the lead. The way ahead is increasingly tangled with vines and other plant growth and her short sword is proving effective in dealing with it. And the boys are busy fending off snakes that were stirred up by her activity.
I popped up above the treetops periodically to get a visual heading. So far Noralei’s compass is proving true.
After one such check I broached the possibility of us flying from treetop to treetop and carrying Dunfallon.
But our pixie refused. (I think it is a painful reminder to him that his eagle is missing – and to all of us that so too is the wizard).
Not long after we were all in the treetops.
A great rush of roaring water sprang up behind us and we fled before it could overtake us. Noralei secured our reluctant pixie.
The pool of water fed by our stream must have broken loose.
We had to fly from treetop to treetop until the force of the water was no longer flattening them.
We had a lot to discuss when the danger was past.