ruby and wyrd extracted themselves from the deep niche they had found at the last minutes. the few creatures that glanced their way had been subject to some changes in their senses (OOC:power false sensory input.)
finding only gnob and anarima ruby greets her silently. she is terrified of calling back the hordes, and being turned to stone. wyrd stays plastered to her hip, refusing to stop touching her. the close call was almost too much for him.
whispering low, ruby asks ana, "should we follow? i can't guarantee there is enough of brendons or the shadowy elf's scent left to follow, but they have a distinct enough scent i could follow on my own."
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