About ten to fifteen minutes into the brush, the group has settled into a bit of a rhythm. Darhana at the front, scouting ahead along the road while the others gaggled in a bit of a huddle behind.
The winding road cuts through the forest, the autumn leaves making a colourful foliage of greens, golds, oranges, reds and magentas, casting shadow from up on the branches and lining the path under their feet.
Azusa, Bianca and Darhana Only
Around the bend ahead, there looks to be a large fallen tree blocking the road.
Darhana Only
There’s three orcs in the brush just before the downed tree, laying in wait. Their skill at stealth is clearly lacking.